I promised myself I would stop having a little nip of whiskey at night. That's what I did. Uh. So today was great and Betty and I played and then she started this new screaming thing she does again. For. An. Hour. A whole hour nonstop.
At the same time, she works so hard at babying. She plays and has started sticking her tongue out at me in anticipation of me doing the same back. She looks and waits. She blows bubbles. She babbles and waits for me to babble back. She is intruiging company. She is magical company. She is clearly becoming more and more of a person and then there is the screaming.
The screaming ALMOST goes back in time and makes me think "It's always like this. All we do is deal with the screaming" It's so intense and crazymaking and angrymaking. I get so angry. Not at her but at me for still not knowing what to do.
Also, there is wiggling. Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. And, of course, a made up song. Called the Wiggle-Puss song.
"Not at her but at me for still not knowing what to do."
Is that all? I can help with that: you don't do anything. Up to a certain age, babies just cry. Some crying means something, but most of it just means, "Help, I'm only 15 inches tall and I keep pissing on myself! What the fuck?"
And nothing's going to make that better short of being a good 30 inches tall and being able to use a toilet.
Posted by: Joshua at May 6, 2006 05:14 PM