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Cradle Crap, part deux

We were sitting outside, eating BLTs for lunch and enjoying the sunshine, when Pops leaned over and looked at Analie’s head.

“What’s wrong with your kid’s head?” he asked, “It has that cradle crap stuff.”

He paused.

And his eyes got big because he thought maybe he had said something wrong, but he couldn’t quite identify what it had been.  Mom’s eyes had gotten big by this point too.  Because Dad had inadvertently said “crap”, which is not on his list of Words Commonly Used.  Then he started snickering (so did Mom) when he realized what it had been.

Joey and I had a good laugh at Dad’s expense too.

And I ‘fessed that yes, Analie has Cradle CAP again. Because last week I forgot to bathe her a few times.

…cough*goodparenting*cough…

 

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Parents = troublemakers

My parents are visiting.

Perhaps some of you old timers around this blog will remember that whenever my Pops comes to visit, we find Breathe Rights around the house for days and days.  (Please note that there are FOUR SEPARATE LINKS there.  That is how much I blog about Breathe Rights.)

Anyway, they’re here.

So far the most surprising part of the visit is that Analie has not experienced any of her normal Extreme Stranger/Separation Anxiety (which is so epic it is worthy of All Caps) with my pops.  I figured she would, since really the only guy she’s happy to be held by for any length of time is Joey. SIGH.  But so far, so good.

Maybe I shouldn’t have blogged that.  I could have jinxed myself.

This morning after Ana woke up from her beauty sleep she got to eat mango, fed to her by Nana and photographed by Papa.

Then I turned around for TWO SECONDS, internet.  Two seconds.

Please remind me to never turn around when my father is in the house.  Gotta watch that guy at all times.

The next thing I hear is my mom saying, “Oh…DOUG” and Pops snickering his Pops-style giggle.  So it seemed like it was time for me to turn around and get eyes on my parents since it seemed like they were misbehaving.

They were.  Obviously.

That thing on my child’s forehead?  A Breathe Right.  I guess Pops didn’t need it anymore.

It didn’t seem to bother her too much, though.  She polished off 1 ounce of mango and 3 bites of carrots in fairly record time.

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