Cheese With Your Whine?
10.17.2005
Eee-Boe!!How does an 18-month old's mind turn the word help into EEEE-BOE? She is particularly fond of using it in the car when there's nothing I can do to eee-boe her. It starts out at a normal decibel level and then escalates to full blow screaming with the last syllable ending at the pitch of a bad opera singer. And she can do it for a lllllooooonnnngggg time!!!
R: eeee-boe!
C: Rylee, mama can't help you right now. I have to drive.
R: EEEE-BOE!!!
C: Baby, just put your arm back through you sleeve. You can do that.
R: EEEEEEEEE-BBBBOOOOOEEEEE!!!!!!
This is the point at which normal conversation is pointless and the only thing I can do it turn up the radio to try and drown it out.
Saturday, I took the car into the repair shop to get it fixed (happy dance!). This place of course did not have a rental car company inside it like a lot of them do, so we had to wait about an hour for the Enterprise guy to drag his sorry ass there.
Rylee was already at meltdown and being outside, juice and snacks had long lost their persuasive power. Silly me, I thought he would bring us the car we were going to have and then all we'd have to do is drop the driver off. Not so. We ended up having to go there, get out, and wait another 45 minutes for the car we were going to be driving.
Meltdown City.
Hungry, tired baby + crabby mom = no fun for anyone.
But we finally got on our way, 3 hours and two carseat transfers later.
Yesterday, we had an appointment at Glamour Shots because I wanted to get some decent pictures of the two of us. That and I have a picture of me at 18 months that I wanted to recreate with Rylee so that I can frame them in a shadow box. Kelly was going at about the same time so we all got there, and while she was getting all prettied up, her mom and I took the kids to play.
Then it was my turn. Oh. My. Gawd. It took that woman two hours to do what I do in about 20 minutes. So of course by the time 4:00 rolls around, my sweet girl is beyond tired and we got a whopping two pictures. There were no good ones of the two of us, but she did get a gorgeous close up of Rylee's face, and she got a great nursing shot.
I thought that maybe if she nursed, she'd be okay, but that just put her to sleep, so again, after 3 hours that were basically unproductive we were on our way. No pictures of us together and no 18 month shot I wanted.
Fortunately, Kelly is a saint and also a damn good photographer, so we're going to do the picture of Rylee on Thursday. Gotta love that.
All in all it wasn't a bad weekend. We had lots of cuddle time last night. She is such a lovey girl.
Today she's at Deana's full time. I hope she's really happy there. It's really sucks to have to leave her. I hate it. I'm gonna marry the first man I meet who can make me a stay at home mom.
