Wednesday, April 20, 2011
About three months ago, I was promoted. I left an office I loved, a title I desired, and a paycheck that supported my Ruelala addiction to take care of my baby 24/7. I was thrilled to hold the new position of stay at home mom. My maternal instinct kicked in (shockingly), and I have felt an incredibly strong bond with my baby. I feed him, I change his poopie diapers, I take him for walks, I attend classes, and as I detail in this blog, I get drooled on and spit up on and pooped on all day long. And I am very happy.
But now, I am jealous.
Ari babbles constantly. He's been vocal for a long time and loves to make funny noises and practice different pitches. Until the last week, nothing has sounded like English, but I have been coaching him by saying repeatedly "mommmmmmy" "aaaaarrrrrriiiiiii" when he "talks". Much to my chagrin, he now says one word over. And over. And over.
Da-da, Da-da, Da-da, Da-da, Da-da, Da-da, Da-da. All day long. And from 5:45am-6:30am. Da-da.
Come on little guy! It just ain't fair! "Da-da" changed 1 poopie diaper in the last month! "Da-da" didn't gain 35 pounds for you (though he did gain his share of sympathy weight.) "Da-da" didn't push your cantaloupe-sized head out of a hole the size of a grape. "Da-da" doesn't even hear you in the middle of the night!
Puh-leeease. I need a "ma-ma."