life with a new baby
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Cats, cats, cats. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.
Jan 31st
I love my cats, but they are driving me CRAZY. Two of them, Meeper and Andrew, have started this annoying moew-fest late at night. As in, two or three o’clock in the morning. Their howling wakes me up and makes me so mad I could practically dive-bomb through the wall. But alas, I am lazy, so the best I can do when I am that tired is hiss a lethargic “Quiet, cats!” at them. They’ll usually stop for a few minutes and then the ruckus starts all over again. And, to top it off, Andrew (who is my baby) is having serious behavioral problems. I don’t know if he’s acting out because he wants more attention or what, but he keeps pooping in the floor. Fortunately, so far it’s only been in front of the litter boxes on the tile, so it’s not too bad to clean up. But still. Who wants to clean up cat poop?? NOT ME. I’m so fed up. It’s completely ridiculous and I am at my wit’s end… nothing I do helps. I try to dote on him, and he still poops on the floor. I’ve also tried taking him to his Poop Pile and flicking his ear, telling him “No! Bad!” and that doesn’t work either. I love my cats, especially Andrew, but I DO NOT love cleaning up his poop. So this behavior has to change, and it has to change NOW.
Neither cat used to meow late at night before our cat Turbo passed away in September, so I wonder if they are missing him. And prior to Turbo’s passing, Andrew had never pooped outside the litter box. He started after Turbo died, but we thought it was because we bought new litter boxes. Since then, his pooping problem has been sporadic, and it seemed like he only did it when he wanted attention. But for the past few days, it’s been DAILY. And now I want to pull my hair out.
ARG! (Yes, I just emitted pirate-speak. Which is what happens when you have cleaned up one too many piles of poop!)
I have a little shadow…
Jan 25th
Nathan is in the “helping” stage. He likes to help me with everything… from carrying his highchair to cleaning to even helping me walk. Because apparently, I am not capable of walking on my own- I must have a Nathan attached to my leg at all times. Sometimes, though, his “helping” is more of a hindrance than a help, but I don’t mind. I let him help to his little heart’s content, even if it means double the work for me. I think it teaches him how to be cognizant of other people’s needs, and besides, I don’t want my son to grow up depending on me to do everything for him!
Nathan is my little shadow. He follows me around everywhere I go, eager to touch me, help me, and patiently waiting for me to hug him (which I do often!). I wouldn’t trade it for the world, though. Even when I feel myself getting a bit irritated because he sometimes gets in the way, I still enjoy having a little shadow attached to me because I know this stage won’t last long. He won’t be my little shadow forever. I enjoy it while I can and take nothing for granted.
Mr. Mischievous
Jan 22nd
Nathan is definitely mischievous! This morning, Nathan made beeline for the salt-shaker that we had left on the coffee table. And guess what he did? He picked up that salt shaker, turned it upside down, and proceeded to dart impishly away from Paul’s outstretched arms while shaking salt all over the floor. While giggling. Oh, and then? Not long after Paul had vacuumed up the salt (isn’t he great?!), Nathan grabbed Paul’s opened soft drink can and SHOOK IT. And it got everywhere. And you know what Nathan did? He giggled. Apparently, he thinks he’s quite the comedian.
It’s no wonder I gain weight during the holiday season
Dec 20th
What a weekend!
First, Paul and I celebrated our second wedding anniversary this weekend. It was great! We had such a fantastic time… Nice dinner, playing pool, and just spending time together. Nathan was able to spend the night with Paul’s mom, so that was wonderful. Don’t get me wrong, Nathan is a great little guy (I seriously couldn’t ask for better) but every so often, I am desperate for some peace-and-quiet.
In fact, I enjoyed myself so much this weekend that it’s no surprise that I gained a few pounds.
And Paul’s birthday is coming up! So I’ve been doing lots of Christmas shopping, birthday shopping, present wrapping, chocolate eating, money spending, card writing for the past few days. And let me tell you, dealing with the general public this time of year is draining. Why can’t people just be NICE? I mean, it’s Christmas, after all. Will it kill them to reciprocate a smile when I smile at them? Or not cut me off in traffic?
Good thing Santa really isn’t real or else what about 90% of the population around where I live would be getting lumps of coal for Christmas
Better yet, I’ll take all those lumps of coal myself and deliver them personally and individually, right at their heads. And then I’ll take those bloody lumps of coal back home and keep them as souvenirs. That way the next time someone is rude to me, I can get a secret feeling of evil satisfaction knowing that the last person who was rude to me got a lump of coal thrown at their head.
I’m totally kidding.
Ok not really. Well actually, yes I am kidding. Sorta. Mostly. I mean, I would never actually harm someone, ever, but sometimes it feels great to pretend like I am capable.
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