hope appears in unlikely places. I could find real love in an instant it seems. this is the news I was waiting to break..I hate jinxing myself. thank you sweet soma.!
missing my pillow....and how many times can a baby fill it's diaper anyway??!!!! gosh I'm gonna need a dump truck! thanks for visiting Charmy-baby BIG I promise to post pickchures soon.
you'd be surprised...lol I suppose you'd better get used to it... to you too, and no rush on the pictures...it'd be nice if you could drop by here though: [link] It's my photo blog. Nothing spectacular, just a small project. Good luck with the diapers!
like kenny g's younger brother jo...as if I was from the deep south and trying to say georgie.
and it means...in case you were wondering...prosperous peace.
Now that Balin's six weeks old, he cries with a lot more force and purpose, but his reasons for it are still mysterious. After making sure he's shusshed, swaddled, rocked, changed, fed, held tight against me (tummy down), not too hot or cold, and he's still screaming, I generally resort to profuse swearing and pleaful, long deep breaths. Today was particularly bad, can you tell? For someone who wants to solve problems immediately, and doesn't enjoy the sound of screaming, it's like raising an unhappy snake who only knows how to communicate by biting.
Any zen advice?
may you always know what Joji needs, before the bottom-lip-quiver begins
oh....the bottom lip quiver. civilisations have crumbled from its manifestation. of course I couldn't tell you that every baby is the same..and I have had some pretty unnnerving moments with my scion as well...but it seems the quickest way to calm a VERY unhappy baby, is to calm yourself first. My
"zen"-est advice seems to go like this. Put the baby down...step away from the baby. Take a deep breath....remember that last time you were completely happy, warm and comfortable..perhaps sipping something vaguely intoxicating..or in the company of someone with about the same effect. Got that warm fuzzy in your tummy?...now pick up the rugrat and let that warm spot ooze into his quivering fussiness...I am sure Balin is much more reasonable than Joji....who has decided recently to add a little yell on the end of his cries when he is really unhappy..and do the wiggle thing..that always makes things tons easier. Of course I take my own advice..and when zen fails there is always hard liquor. for the kid..for you..it really doesn't matter...someone will end up subdued....and maybe in a border town on a Sunday afternoon with the sun beating a wicked hangover from their pores....pray it is the baby.
Joji Momii-Lane
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the utter conflict of existence.
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the utter conflict of existence.
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
and it means...in case you were wondering...prosperous peace.
Now that Balin's six weeks old, he cries with a lot more force and purpose, but his reasons for it are still mysterious. After making sure he's shusshed, swaddled, rocked, changed, fed, held tight against me (tummy down), not too hot or cold, and he's still screaming, I generally resort to profuse swearing and pleaful, long deep breaths. Today was particularly bad, can you tell? For someone who wants to solve problems immediately, and doesn't enjoy the sound of screaming, it's like raising an unhappy snake who only knows how to communicate by biting.
Any zen advice?
may you always know what Joji needs, before the bottom-lip-quiver begins
"zen"-est advice seems to go like this. Put the baby down...step away from the baby. Take a deep breath....remember that last time you were completely happy, warm and comfortable..perhaps sipping something vaguely intoxicating..or in the company of someone with about the same effect. Got that warm fuzzy in your tummy?...now pick up the rugrat and let that warm spot ooze into his quivering fussiness...I am sure Balin is much more reasonable than Joji....who has decided recently to add a little yell on the end of his cries when he is really unhappy..and do the wiggle thing..that always makes things tons easier. Of course I take my own advice..and when zen fails there is always hard liquor. for the kid..for you..it really doesn't matter...someone will end up subdued....and maybe in a border town on a Sunday afternoon with the sun beating a wicked hangover from their pores....pray it is the baby.
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