Monday, June 02, 2008
I'm home..
This weekend wasn't too bad, with really only two 'I know how to take care of your baby better than you do' moments:
Moment #1:
At: Grandma's House. (The one that doesn't want to be called 'Great Grandma' even though she is. What did she think would happen when her grandkids had kids?)
Baby J is crying, so I tell her he has been held and in his car seat all day (from 7a up to that point, and it is nearly 6pm) and he needs tummy time. He is used to being on his tummy for at least 8 hours a day. The following ensues:
Great Gma: No, he just wants to be on his back. He wants to look at the light and the fan. :puts Baby J on his BACK on the blanket on the floor:
Baby J: SCREAMS HIS HEAD OFF
Me: I think he just wants tummy time :flips him over to his tummy:
Great Gma: No, he wants to see the fan. :immediately flips him over to his back again:
Baby J: SCREAMS LOUDER
Me: Glares at Ryan with look that says 'I'm going to say something and it won't be nice if you do not do something NOW:
Ryan: Looks at me with a 'she's my grandma I can't say anything' look
Me: He wants tummy time. (said in a firm voice while giving Great Grandma 'I am his mother I know best' look and flipping Baby J to his tummy)
Baby J: Quiets immediately and falls asleep.
Moment #2:
At same Grandma's house. About to leave. Baby J is fussy as he had been in his car seat and held all day the previous day, had not slept in his regular bed, and his routine had been thrown off, plus he had a cold.
Great Gma: He wants his pacifier. Where's his pacifier?
Me: I don't think he wants the pacifier. He normally only takes it when he is hungry and even then he only sucks on it for about ten or twenty seconds before spitting it out. He just doesn't feel well. He probably just wants me or Ryan to hold him.
Great Gma: No, he wants his pacifier. Let me have his pacifier.
Me: Rolls eyes and exchanges knowing looks with my mother-in-law and Ryan.
Ryan: Gives Great Gma the pacifier
Great Gma: gives Baby J his pacifier
Baby J: Sucks for approximately TWO SECONDS, spits out pacifier and starts screaming
Me: exchanges looks again
Great Gma: I don't think he wants his pacifier. I think he wants his daddy. ::hands him to Ryan::
Baby J: quiets immediately
Me: rolls eyes
Other than that, not too bad. :) I did miss my church and can't wait for next weeks sermon. Noting like a church other than your own to make you appreciate yours.
Moment #1:
At: Grandma's House. (The one that doesn't want to be called 'Great Grandma' even though she is. What did she think would happen when her grandkids had kids?)
Baby J is crying, so I tell her he has been held and in his car seat all day (from 7a up to that point, and it is nearly 6pm) and he needs tummy time. He is used to being on his tummy for at least 8 hours a day. The following ensues:
Great Gma: No, he just wants to be on his back. He wants to look at the light and the fan. :puts Baby J on his BACK on the blanket on the floor:
Baby J: SCREAMS HIS HEAD OFF
Me: I think he just wants tummy time :flips him over to his tummy:
Great Gma: No, he wants to see the fan. :immediately flips him over to his back again:
Baby J: SCREAMS LOUDER
Me: Glares at Ryan with look that says 'I'm going to say something and it won't be nice if you do not do something NOW:
Ryan: Looks at me with a 'she's my grandma I can't say anything' look
Me: He wants tummy time. (said in a firm voice while giving Great Grandma 'I am his mother I know best' look and flipping Baby J to his tummy)
Baby J: Quiets immediately and falls asleep.
Moment #2:
At same Grandma's house. About to leave. Baby J is fussy as he had been in his car seat and held all day the previous day, had not slept in his regular bed, and his routine had been thrown off, plus he had a cold.
Great Gma: He wants his pacifier. Where's his pacifier?
Me: I don't think he wants the pacifier. He normally only takes it when he is hungry and even then he only sucks on it for about ten or twenty seconds before spitting it out. He just doesn't feel well. He probably just wants me or Ryan to hold him.
Great Gma: No, he wants his pacifier. Let me have his pacifier.
Me: Rolls eyes and exchanges knowing looks with my mother-in-law and Ryan.
Ryan: Gives Great Gma the pacifier
Great Gma: gives Baby J his pacifier
Baby J: Sucks for approximately TWO SECONDS, spits out pacifier and starts screaming
Me: exchanges looks again
Great Gma: I don't think he wants his pacifier. I think he wants his daddy. ::hands him to Ryan::
Baby J: quiets immediately
Me: rolls eyes
Other than that, not too bad. :) I did miss my church and can't wait for next weeks sermon. Noting like a church other than your own to make you appreciate yours.
Labels: baby, baby j, church, ryan
// posted by Lacey @ 10:42 PM 
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