Saturday, September 20, 2008

Updated Day

So I found out today that if you feed a 4 year old 10 small party plates of cookies and chips and Doritos and Goldfish and a small plastic cup of gelato, they will magically transform from the "Beautiful Miracle" that all the NICU doctors and nurses at the reunion today couldn't stop gushing about, to the little demon seed that wouldn't stop hitting me while calling me "stupid idiot" (thanks Fat Cranky Bastard for teaching my child those words) because I wouldn't buy her every single thing that she wanted from the store, and like a big meanie, made her get in the car without buying her the $149 yard inflatable horse pulling a pumpkin with a ghoul head popping out of it, or the $169 inflatable haunted house, or the $145 (on sale) audio-animatronic hag-witch that stirred an actual cauldron with dry-icy-smoke spilling out of it. I am such a unthoughtful, inconsiderate, uncaring mom. I know. It's just so hard to live with me, let alone rise every morning and have to look at my disapproving face. Gee...can't wait for the teenage years.

On the plus side, I made a major score today at the Halloween store.
They are hideous.

They are my size.

I will wear them till my feet bleed.

Even after the holiday is over.

I am just quirky like that.

Don't judge.

Or if you must, be prepared for a very pointy shoe to be lodged up your un-sun-shiny region.




Now on a more personal note...this is my little "miracle." I debated putting pictures of her out there on the Internet, and decided for this occasion...because she has come so far and I am proud of her, I will.












You've come a long way, Baby.

6 comments:

Feisty Irish Wench said...

OOOH Kick A shoes!!!

and well if you're a mean mom, you're just doing your JOB! Which is soooo much more than I can say other spawners do with their spawn.

Suz said...

Oh, she is a miracle and even some days miracles can be a pain in the booty. :)
It must be hard when you are not able to control all of her discipline, since sharing time with him. You just have to make it the best when you DO have her.
They have to learn they can not have everything....and good for you not giving in.
The shoes....a bit witchy. :)
Enjoy and get yourself some striped tights to go with. :0

insanelybusymomma said...

My Gramma once told me "If your not saying *NO* to your kids at least 3 times a day, your not doing your job right" so your doing a pretty good job ;).

Nice shoes, I need those for work, these guys need a pointy shoe up their nether regions on a regular basis.

Lumi17 said...

Forgive me, I'm just tuning in. Your daughter is gorgeous. How far along were you when she was born?
I had a 12lb beast, so tiny babies seem like such a miracle to me.

Persnickety Ticker said...

I was 23 weeks along. She was 1 lb. 5 oz. and 11 3/4 inches long.

Basically, stick a racquet ball on a Barbie doll and that was how big she was.

Now she is the size of a high school football player. But with boobs.

(I'm kidding...maybe.)

The Girl Next Door said...

lovin' the shoes - and that baby? Gorgeous