ultimate baby fighting

Now, you can get all judgey-wudgey, but if ever there was a time I was going to list Rio on Ebay with a 'Buy It Now' of 47 cents, it was the middle of last night.

First, Bear is exhausted. Looks bad exhausted. Works for a bunch of loopy people who change all the major priorities every single day, which is sooo fun for him. So he came home last night totally shot.

We had a baby mosh pit yesterday between 3 and 5. All the moms, 9 kids, wine and snacks and the kids ended up running a racetrack through the house and it was like that scene from this movie and we all were smug in the coming exhaustion levels of our children!*

We were both looking forward to the 'baby so tired she drops off immediately for a long night of much needed rest' so we could do the same.

Not so much. Mine, for no reason I can think of, ate the vast majority of a tub of cream cheese. Ostensibly using a cracker, but solely for its shovel-like properties. Gross. She's never had it before, and as she was shoveling she kept giving me nasty looks whilst jamming 2 tablespoon chunks of white goop into her head.

So, basically, she pooped 4 times last night. And wouldn't stay in her bed. And wouldn't fall back asleep. She asked so sweetly for 'a snuggle with mommy and daddy and my cozy soft blanket' that we capitulated. She alternated between resting her head so adorably on one of us and mercilessly kicking the living crap out of the other. And when she was 'head resting on Bear' she was kicking all up and down my back and scooching around to pull my hair! I wanted to set her outside my window, on the short stretch of wicked pitched roof....

She's sound asleep in our bed. Phone just rang 10 feet from her head and on she snoozed. I'm trying to think of the most obnoxious way to wake her and then I'll do so because we have a class this morning. Any thoughts?! I'm leaning toward shoving things up her nose. Maybe a little cream cheese?

*if the moms will let me i'll post pictures...

4 comments:

Diana said...

OMG, I used to looove eating ritz with cream cheese...Rio is my new best friend, but we may fight for the cream cheese...
I know those sleepless nights are hell, especially when you're not used to sleeping with the critter. I hope you get to catch some z's at some point today.

just me said...

sometimes i wanted to kick the little kids i babysat down the stairs.


but i never did.


...i mean...that the mom ever found out about.

Tuesday Girl said...

My kids ALWAYS batter us when they are in our bed. And by us I mean ME!

Masked Mom said...

Anyone who would judge either has no kids or has completely forgotten what it's like to have little ones, you know?

My only suggestion is next time aim higher--I'll bet you could get WAY more than 47 cents for her, even covered in cream cheese. ;o)