Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Intense but in a good way

Yesterday afternoon was pretty intense with the babies. I was lying in the floor playing with CBB, CLB and CBG. We were stacking blocks and knocking them over. I was lying on my side, propped up on one arm, helping the boys stack. CBG was obviously trying to get my attention with her gurgling and babbling, but I was a bit preoccupied with my stacking and she didn't like that. She speed-crawled over to me and gave my hair a good solid yank. It didn't really hurt, but I instantly reacted with a "CBG!! No NO!! We don't pull hair! You hurt Kiki!!" She glared at me. Imagine a 9 month old glaring. It's quite a site. Then without a sound more, she blinked and crawled away. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or call her mother and tatttle. So I opted to ignore her and went back to stacking blocks. A few minutes later, before I knew she was there, she was back up by my head and gave my hair a rough two-handed yank. Again, the reaction, "CBG!!! No NO!! You HURT Kiki!" and I spatted her hand. Ohhhhhhh the tears. I broke that baby's heart! But instead of shunning me, she instead held her hands up to be held. I sat up, scooped her into my arms and she laid her head on my shoulder in, what I am interpreting as, an apology. And even if she wasn't apologizing, it was still cool that she loved me even after I'd broken her wee little heart.

Later, CTB was fussin', but he had just had a bottle, his diaper was dry and I couldn't figure out what was wrong, so I sat in the floor and held him. We played Pop and Catch the Paci. I'd pop it in his mouth, he'd pop it out and I'd catch it before it hit the floor. Yeah, me and CTB, we know what's fun. But then he grew weary of that game and instead found my finger to be much more satifying and started sucking on my finger. I was okay with it, my finger was clean, so I let him. But while I was sitting with him in my left arm, my hand in a funky position with my index finger in his mouth, CBG was sitting on my right leg, holding onto me for dear life, her fingers grasping my shirt so tightly that I think it's permanently wrinkled in two little spots. And we sat in the floor for about 15 minutes like that. Just me and the two littlest babies, rocking, singing and bouncing. We were still sitting there doing that when CBG's momma came in and busted out laughing at the state I was in. She said, "Ohhhh Kiki!! You have your hands full, don't you?" I said, "Well, yeah. Literally."

Yesterday turned out to be a good day.

3 comments:

The Real Kidd said...

Oh it's good to hear you sounding more like youself.

MamaKBear said...

Wow, armfulls of babies! Meghan is enough for me, she's 22 pounds now and becoming quite a demanding thing lately. But OH, I remember the first time I had to spat her hand for something!! She looked at me with those big blue eyes just welling up with tears and it took a few seconds, but then the wail came. Yep, broke her wittle heart!

btw...you've been tagged! :)

MrsCoach2U said...

Bryce would just glare at you when you smacked his little hand and have that look like "ok, lady, I can play that game, want to be up at 3:30 or 4:30 a.m. tonight?!" Natalie would stick her fingers in her mouth and wail like you beat the crap out of her......