twotothree

A few weeks ago I started to share my glasses of water with Gloria.  When I’m holding her and guzzling water, I can’t turn down those bright blue eyes and gaping mouth (the kid’s certainly not subtle in asking for what she wants). 

The unforeseeable problem that this has created is that she now thinks that I will be sharing everything I eat or drink.  Coffee, wine, beef jerky.  When she sees me eating or drinking something she gets really excited, bounces up and down on her butt, then does a four-legged SPRINT toward me with her mouth hanging open. 

Today she careened at me for some barbecue chicken wings.  I pretty much had to run to the other side of the room and jump up onto a chair to avoid the speedy, open-mouthed baby missile headed for my chicken.

Mama don’t share her chicken wings.

Who could have guessed that sharing with a baby could condition a person to having feelings of unease whenever they eat a piece of pie?  I never know from which corner the seventeen-pound crawling vulture is going to fly out of.  This also lends more credence to the myth that having kids leads to increased bouts of heart burn.  I've never had to eat so fast in my life.

We’re back in a period of insomnia.  Probably the worst one yet, as she’ll only sleep in bouts of twenty minutes before she fusses.  She has another ear infection and her top incisors are coming in.  On the up side of this, I finally get to figure out what kills someone faster – sleep deprivation or caffeine overdose.