The Land of No

Of all the playthings in the park, the tree stump was the most irresistible today.

Monday, or Sunday, or more days than I would like to admit to lately, I felt like the thing I said most to Harper was "No."  I'm fed up with me.  My inner-voice is saying 'Gosh, Mom.  You used to be cool.  You used to know how to have fun.'

Granted, it is probably not a good idea to let Harper continue testing to see if Spanky's tail is really permanently attached to her body.  She is going to learn the harder she pulls on the cat's body parts, the less fun she will have one way or another.  Right?  I hope so.  I'm making an effort not to say "No."  I'm starting a new course of action.  In the same way I taught the dog I need personal space, I'm redirecting.  It is going o.k.

I'm having a harder time with saying, "No." to me.  I'm baby crazy.  I mean in a bad way.  Yesterday, there was a 5 week old crying in Toys R Us, and I actually told the mother it sounded like music to my ears.  She might be sleep deprived, her hormones may still be a mess from having just created a person, she might generally be shell socked from life with a newborn, but even she looked at me like I'm nuts.

It is not in the cards for us right now for too many reasons to list here.  I need to redirect.  Please help before I end up getting one of those Reborn dolls & swaddle it & put it in a sling & take it to the park & feed it bottles & ask Harper to be nice to her baby brother, Spaulding.

Comments

[Skylar]

You can't name the reborn Spaulding. We have to save that if we have a boy!

[brynne]

Mary.
I will be your new baby.
Make me some cookies. Waaaaa.

See?!

[Mary]

It is o.k., baby girl. Don't cry. I'll get you some cookies, and make allllllllllllllll better. As long as I can call you Spaulding. And dress you in sweater vests.

[brynne]

As long as my vests match my leggings, that will be fine.

[Jen]

I don't know what it is about having a 13 month old that gives me the baby jones, but man, I am there with you. Which is crazy. Because, yes, another baby to care for while Ellis climbs up his bookshelf is exactly what I need.