Friday, September 28, 2012
Indiana Jones & the Temple of Tears
It was a rough afternoon for our baby girl who was gassy and NOT happy. I felt so sorry for her and helped the best I could. Between the gas and her being royally pissed off (Miss Thang has a temper!), she wailed and clawed and screamed and cried in between few minute moments of rest. We worked through it for a few hours before Daddy got home from work.
Once Daddy Rambler walked in the door and saw our screaming baby & my exasperated face, I let him take over for a bit so I could get a short break. Kate & Dad walked around the house, him bouncing and humming. They went back to our bedroom while I washed bottles and poured a glass of wine for myself.
A few minutes later, I went back to check on them, only to find Mr. Rambler continuing to bounce and hum . . . while wearing an Indiana Jones hat. WTF?! I nearly pissed my pants, and I'm not the one wearing diapers around here. I had to leave the room because I was laughing so hard.
Later on - after I took over & got a few minutes of silence out of our little screamer - I went into the den to DH. Laughing so hard I could barely breathe (and about to piss myself), I told him that he needs to let me have a potty break before the next time he goes Indiana Jones on me. His response?
"Well, she was looking at me and I thought she might like the hat."
Our daughter is only 17 days old. This is only the beginning folks . . .