Want to know what will guarantee you a sleepless night and no nap day?
Feed the baby aspara-GAS for lunch and then bro-CaCa-li for supper.
I'm a light sleeper, so the constant "music" blaring and the thrashing about made for a very unpleasant night.
Seriously, what was I thinking?
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Why does the sound of someone else making razzberries with their mouth make my lips hurt so bad? And why does the baby insist on torturing me with this talent?
She must know by now it's my kryptonite/ I'll -give- you -anything- if -you -stop -making -that -god-awful -noise because she.does.it.all.the.time.
help.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The Sounds of Science
One last thing: I'd rather hear nails on a chalkboard than this.
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