Cranky Pants

Yesterday didn’t quite go to {my} plan. Funny how that happens in life with kids isn’t it? Little Miss Harper has had her cranky pants on for the past week {has it only really been about a week?!} and spends her days going like this:

Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Birdie! Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. What’s dat? There? Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Birdie!

I wish I was kidding.

She is frustrated. And quite frankly, so am I. Daisy tells me to “Just take a deep breath Mum. Calm Down!” which is quite something coming from a 3 yr old. But she’s right. Shame really, it’s like having my Mother around ALL the time! I know it’s just a phase. I know she has 2 big arse molars coming through. I know she is frustrated because she can’t walk or get herself up and that’s what she most desperately wants to do. I know she is just a baby. But still….come on! GIVE US A BREAK.

Luckily she is cute.

And apparently 2! She seriously grew up this week and all of a sudden looks like a little girl. Less baby. I clearly remember that moment with Daisy {we were down at the park at the end of Glebe Point Rd one sunny Sunday afternoon and like *that* it happened. She was big and just one month older than Harper is now}. And I have to say, it’s happened again.
Thank goodness this “phase” is all the contraception I need at the moment. More kids? ARE YOU MAD?! 
See that last shot? That last face? That is the face I get after the very last eh.
Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Birdie! Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH. Eh. Eh. What’s dat? There? Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. EH. EHHHHHHH!
Birdie?! See now I am going mad.

Comments

  1. Oh this is funny! I remember having a 1 & 3 yo and my son said a few times to take a deep breath Mummy. I realised I’d said that out loud a few times at these eh eh eh moments and don’t they just pick up on everything you say?? Ha, ha so funny. I’m now with 2 & 4yo and still breathing slowly, and y/day ran in and bought a bottle of exectutive stress tablets. This morning first tablet. Cross fingers. It should be called SAHP (note the pc term there – stay at home parent). 🙂 God love her, she is gorgeous!

  2. Nothing can send you insane faster than a grizzly, teething, frustrated little ball of negative energy who breaks out in sunshiney smiles for about 2 seconds just so you keep loving her before launching back into grizzly, teething, frustrated mode. I don’t think you can ever really explain what it is like – you have to be there and you have to be the mother.

    I have been there and I am the mother. x

  3. I feel your pain. A similar madness descends on me when the whinging begins…

  4. Oh, Beth, I am both smiling and feeling your pain, all at once. Sammy has been cutting four teeth for weeks now. Enough said. J x

  5. Ohhh! She is TOOOOO CUTE! I’ll take her- teething and all 😉

  6. Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean! Coco has been off colour this week and getting completely frustrated by the fact that she is “talking” to me all the time and obviously trying to tell me things and I don’t have a clue what she is saying because they aren’t real words.
    Pretty soon the frustration turns into full blown melt-downs, several a day this week.
    Argh, exhausting!
    I hope you have a better week next week.

  7. OMG she is so damn cute! I’m going to follow just based on these pics! Well done Daisy for being such a sugarpie! xxx
    PS: sorry about the big arse molars, Daisy (my Meerkat has two nasty-pastie eye teeth piercing their way through, so I know the pain) xxx

  8. So true – kids are the world’s best form of contraception. I still call my boy ‘Danny Durex’ to his uncanny knack of ruining a moment when he was a toddler and he is 9 now. Cute pics 🙂

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