3 posts tagged “baby”
The Vortex strikes again.
A foster-adopted-step cousin of mine is separating from her husband and moving back there.
Oh, the foster-adopted-step-cousin thing?
Yeah, I have a nightmarish M.C. Escher family tree.
Anyway, another one pulled back.
She'd been out of the place we shall not mention for better than 14 years.
I'm telling you, and myself, you have to watch these things; forever.
And they'd just adopted a two year old girl from China, as in 4 months ago.
Will China even let you keep an adopted child if you get separated/divorced?
Similarly, what were they thinking adopting a child if things were choppy?
Or was it the added stress of the kid thing that widened/exploited an existing crack?
Ain't nothing in this world for sure.
Excepting for how good hot dogs taste when slightly burned/blacked around the outer skin/casing.
Today was warm enough to open up the windows for ventilation and cook like a caveman all flame and noir style; i.e. blackened.
Smoke detector be damned, mmmwa-hahahaha.
Fire, meat (assorted beef pieces in a tube-shape), good.
I even read a book on the deck wearing only shorts and got the first official minor sunburn of the season.
Sweet.
On the first sunny day over 60 degrees F this year.
Why is it that some baby clothes are designed in a manner that necessitates
dragging the seat of them over the babies head / face to remove them?
Why is it that some idiot having designed them, we actually possess some of these items?
Why is it that having possessed these items, we actually use them to dress our daughter?
The problem occurs when the infant evacuates her bowels... all of them... at once... during her nap.
Ain't a diaper been made that can handle that load volume.
Which incurs seepage onto and to a strained extent through her outfit.
The outfit must then be removed to address the fecal carnage well beyond the confines of the routine diaper change.
And with these outfits, that means dragging the soiled bits right over the tike's face.
Mind you, I tried to minimize the contamination by rushing her, gingerly with outstretched arms, to the bathtub to conduct a preliminary rinse, but there's no getting around the removal process that dictates face/seat-of-pants contact.
These variety of outfit will never, ever be purchased or even obtained for free under my watch in the future.
Open up your mouth now
The spoon has your food
It will fill up your tummy
and this will brighten your mood
There's no call to thumb-suck
And even less call to brood
You can grin, laugh, or giggle
All hints at your good attitude
Take your goo-hands away child
the napkin's short interlude
The patterned stains on your bib girl
rival Pollack's work with the tube
Just pay some attention
To ignore is plain rude
For I'm holding the spoon babe
And this green stuff is your food.
