I have a feeling that this post will be pretty random; I don't have any cohesive thoughts, just thoughts. Thoughts floating in the abyss that have squeezed their way into my brain. They’ve probably pushed out some useless psychology fact that I’ll need for my impending exam, so I’m writing them down. I need the space. This will probably be my last post for a little while. I have a paper and an exam due on Sunday; I really need to do well on both. Not that there’s ever a time where I tell myself “Who cares, this doesn’t count for much”. Although I have thought about having that thought, I just get pissed because I know by having the thought to have the thought I pushed out another thought that I think was pretty useful.
Anyway, here are my thoughts:
Sydney has another tooth. That’s singular if you didn’t notice. Or so we thought. She had one of her teeth pop through on July third, which took her to 9. Upon closer inspection, James noticed that the tooth directly above it had popped through, too. We weren’t even aware it was close. Such bad parents we are, now her baby book will be horribly inaccurate and she’ll never forgive us for it. So here begins the downward spiral to despising us when she’s a teenager. Yup, it all starts with teething. The teeth that have popped through are the upper and lower first molars on the left side. This is one of those things you have to learn when you become a parent, the correct terms for teeth. Although, that one doesn’t have a fancy sounding name like the bottom left lateral incisor that she got on 12/9/04. The bottom right first molar (which we should call “third molar”) should be popping through soon. So we’re back into teething, and I wanna go home. She isn’t sleeping normally, she’s drooling and choking on said drool, it’s not pretty.
My second thought is a story, a strange freaky story. Sydney has a glo*worm. Remember those? They haven’t gotten any less freaky. We bought it for her for Christmas, she really liked it. We originally bought it because it’s a Lullaby Glo*worm and we thought it would be cute to have her sleep with it. When her uncle uncle (yes I realized I said it twice) took off the packaging and let her play with it, we realized there was no way she could sleep with it. It’s the loudest freaking toy ever made, and it would keep her up all night. Actually I think we were worried about hearing it through the baby monitor all night and having it keep us up. This brings me to my story. This glo*worm has had dying batteries for a while, so much so that it sounds demonic. Scary, scary sounds come from this thing. For the most part it was easy to ignore by keeping it out of her reach and not letting her push the button. (Of course we couldn’t replace the batteries, stop thinking that.) Until one night when I woke up at 3 in the morning to the most horrible music coming from the baby monitor. Think horror movie, soft stretched out demon music coming from the baby’s room. She obviously wasn’t bothered by it, but I couldn’t sleep. I half expected to find her sitting up in bed just staring at me when I opened her door. She’s done that before, it’s terrifying. I fetched the glo*worm and made it stop singing its frightening song. It was three in the morning, so I don’t really remember how, but I think it involved a table and some slamming into said table. I still can’t get that sound out of my head, it really was freakier coming through the baby monitor and being all garbled. Yeah, so that story’s really not that freaky or strange, I just don’t want anyone to change the channel so I use words to keep you hooked.
I can’t think of anymore stories right now, but if I do I’ll come back, stay tuned…
I’m sure something will come to me as soon as I start writing my paper.
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