Let's Just Say That You Want to Stay on Her Good Side
Some days, I want to cut Margo's hair to get rid of the mop.
Other days, I want to cut it to sap her Herculean strength.
Her brute strength is tuckering us out.
For one, the peaceful days of her crying for 5 minutes and then falling asleep are so far behind us that they're a speck on the horizon. The
horizon in a different time zone. Well, that may be overstating it a bit, but her bedtime crying bouts are getting longer, and she's waking up in the middle of the night, often more than once. After letting her go for a while, one of us will check on her to calm her down. She was in a pretty bad state the other night, and picking her up was like trying to wrestle a mongoose.
I don't know if a mongoose is a good wrestler, but it sounds tougher than "wrestling a goose," even though the heavier geese have bruised many a liver-stealing, pâté-making Frenchmen.
And just Saturday, I gave Margo a jar of peanut butter to play with, to beat like a drum. When I turned back to check on her, she was picking up the 1kg jar with ease. And Donna said that she was moving the 5lbs dumbells around, but not picking them up.
And she has discovered the fun of opening drawers instead of eating. When I blocked the drawer so that she would stop playing with it, she just dug in, pulled harder and tipped the high-chair toward the drawer. If the drawer won't open for Muhammed... Muhammed will come to the drawer, by sheer brute strength.
For all I know, this is normal. Maybe other kids are doing their own feats of strength. But, deep down, something tells me that she's not going to have to worry about having her lunch money stolen. She may have to worry about not having enough money to buy the protein shakes required to nourish her ripped pythons, but that's a different story.
Just don't hurt me.
- Michel
Other days, I want to cut it to sap her Herculean strength.
Her brute strength is tuckering us out.
For one, the peaceful days of her crying for 5 minutes and then falling asleep are so far behind us that they're a speck on the horizon. The
horizon in a different time zone. Well, that may be overstating it a bit, but her bedtime crying bouts are getting longer, and she's waking up in the middle of the night, often more than once. After letting her go for a while, one of us will check on her to calm her down. She was in a pretty bad state the other night, and picking her up was like trying to wrestle a mongoose.I don't know if a mongoose is a good wrestler, but it sounds tougher than "wrestling a goose," even though the heavier geese have bruised many a liver-stealing, pâté-making Frenchmen.
And just Saturday, I gave Margo a jar of peanut butter to play with, to beat like a drum. When I turned back to check on her, she was picking up the 1kg jar with ease. And Donna said that she was moving the 5lbs dumbells around, but not picking them up.
And she has discovered the fun of opening drawers instead of eating. When I blocked the drawer so that she would stop playing with it, she just dug in, pulled harder and tipped the high-chair toward the drawer. If the drawer won't open for Muhammed... Muhammed will come to the drawer, by sheer brute strength.
For all I know, this is normal. Maybe other kids are doing their own feats of strength. But, deep down, something tells me that she's not going to have to worry about having her lunch money stolen. She may have to worry about not having enough money to buy the protein shakes required to nourish her ripped pythons, but that's a different story.
Just don't hurt me.
- Michel
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11:32 p.m.well...she should triumph at this years festivus. I can't wait to find out what the feats of strength are this year.
11:38 p.m.
Wow, Margo is really showing brute strength alright.
Let's hope that she doesn't drop things on her toes to often.
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