It's been a rough week. I found out why Daddy had his suitcase with him on Saturday. He was going to a place called "out of town" to do something called a "trial." He wasn't happy about it. Mommy wasn't happy about it. I sure wasn't happy about it, either. Not having Daddy around for an entire week meant that Mommy had to put me in my crib each night and then play with me at 7:30 every morning, neither of which she did with the grace and aplomb that Daddy exhibits. It was almost as if she wasn't thrilled to be the only person watching me 24 hours a day. The nerve! To be fair, she probably missed Daddy as much as I did. That's why I woke up a few times each night and wailed until she brought me into her bed. I knew she needed a little extra snuggling. The extra diaper blow outs were also my way of showing how much I care.
Midweek, I learned that sometimes it's possible to see the person who is calling on the telephone. Mommy asked me if I wanted to "face time" Daddy, which I thought meant I would be able to smack him in the face as I've enjoyed doing since I gained control of my arms. Instead, Mommy and I stared at her phone until Daddy's face appeared. Then he spoke! And we responded. Technology is a never ending source of wonder and entertainment.
A week after he left, Daddy returned home. That's when he taught me that it's possible to save up a week's worth of kisses and then dole them out within a few hours. My cheeks might not recover for quite some time. The day he came home was Mommy's birthday. I've noticed that most people have a birthday, and I'm wondering when I get to have mine. I hear that people with birthdays get presents. Mommy said that all she wanted for her birthday was a nap. In my honest opinion, that is a stupid present. I take naps every day. Why would she wait until her birthday to do the same? I think that for my birthday, I will ask for a stack of magazines. This week I learned that magazines are made of paper, and ripping up paper is fantastic. It makes the greatest sound, even better than the noise I can make by crinkling the paper.
This week, I learned that Mommy can worry about people other than me. Something bad (but not too bad) happened to Grandma, and Mommy was concerned enough to hold me extra close and make a lot of phone calls. Everyone is fine now, but the ordeal made me realize that Mommy's heart is big enough to love me as well as a few other people. I'm not sure yet how I feel about the idea of sharing Mommy's attention, though. I think I prefer having her all to myself. That's why I didn't mind when the babysitter cancelled three times this week. Playing with people other than my parents or grandparents is fun, but I don't think it's necessary. Mommy seemed perturbed, but she gets that way when I poop beyond the limits of my diaper, so clearly she is easily inconvenienced.
Despite having a rough week, I did learn a lot. I guess that adversity allows for even more opportunities to grow and develop than the boring status quo. Onward and upward, right? Speaking of which, please excuse me while I crawl over to Daddy, who looks like he needs me to use his legs as leverage as I stand up.
Moving right along,
Zelda
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