Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Night Terror or Holy Terror

WHO ME?
YES, YOU!!

Dear Keira, You are usually such a wonderful baby. Full of smiles, coos and lovable rolls!
But as of last night... you've been black listed. Your sweet cheeks and big, blue eyes no longer fooling me.
I am on to you.
That plan of yours to keep those squishy buns by crying every 3 1/2 hours of the night to feed AGAIN!
It's a daring tactic.
But only one that I would agree to if it guaranteed me that my cellulite would transfer from me to you. If you catch my drift.
And THEN, the gall of you to wake up at 647AM, before anyone else!
Is beyond annoying!
Don't you remember the Roberts Family Rules #13: thou shalt not wake up before thy parents.
But what is MOST unforgivable is the cherry on top.
The fact that after I drug myself out of bed to pick you up....
to only have you let out THE BIGGEST FART EVER!
And then smile at me.
This grotesque display of flatulence has pushed me over the edge and vowed that the day you turn 16 you are officially grounded.
Love, Your disgruntled & sleep-deprived parent...MOM

4 comments:

Kirsten said...

oh my, oh dear! She sounds delightful!! Love what you wrote! Be strong, you will travail!!!

Anonymous said...

What goes around, comes around! Love, Your MOTHER
Catch my drift?

Jess said...

Ha ha--I used to ground Emma in the womb. Perhaps I should collect on that...

What am I getting myself into???

chattypatra said...

The solution to this problem? You and the Mr. should take turns wearing high performance EARPLUGS!