Auf Wiedersehen!

LG is really keeping us on our toes here at Home Sweet Sarah.

The other morning I walked in her room to find her 180 degrees from the direction I’d put her to bed in, her head at the end where her feet had been. I asked Chris if he’d been in her room in the night. He had not…

Then this morning I walked in (to very loud screaming) to find LG sideways, her legs through the slats of the crib. Poor little kid was totally freaking out and would not listen to my reasoning that if she just STAYED where I’d PUT HER, we wouldn’t have this problem*. Kids, they never listen.

After a bottle and last week’s Project Runway (good choices for both the winner and loser, methinks, except that Joshua needs an attitude-adjustment), I put LG back in her crib, propped up in a Boppy. Every few minutes, I’d have to quit what I was doing to RE-prop her up, as she’d wiggled herself lower and lower and out of the Boppy, which understandably pissed her off. Again, if she’d just listen…

Finally I got some silence, but when I came in a little while later to retrieve her so we could leave, she was like this:

Doh!

And then she puked all over her new outfit and my (not new, but clean) outfit, as well as my clean and styled hair, because OF COURSE SHE DID. It is the Law Of Spitting Up: No matter when you fed the kid, no matter how many burps or pukes you got out of the kid, the kid WILL puke all over you as you’re leaving the house. And running late. Because of course.

*If you leave me a comment saying, “Just you wait till she really starts moving!” or something equally-annoying and obvious and not helpful, I will delete your comment. I’m not in the mood today.