- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.
Friday, October 24, 2008
My husband and I babysat for our seven month old grand daughter. She's been playing strange and when our daughter started to leave, the baby stuck out her lower lip (not a good sign), and began an angry wailing that lasted for well over 90 minutes.
I tried feeding her. She took a couple of spoons of cereal while I belted out 23 renditions of "The Itsy Bitsy Spider". Then she tried to throw herself out of my husband's arms. So we sang, we walked, we tried a bottle of breast milk our daughter had left, we upset the cat, we danced -- to no avail. Finally, Richard took her into the living room and lay down beside her on the floor. She finally fell asleep alternately sucking on her thumb and her foot. I crept in and tried to cover the two of them. Between his teeth, my husband whispered, "If you wake her, so help me God, I'll kill you." I crept out.
Our daughter returned visibly renewed from her outing. As she walked in, the baby opened her eyes, smiled and began kicking her legs. Momma was home. And I needed a nap.