Mamamamamamama
So… There is this episode of Family Guy that…
Wait.
What do you mean you don’t watch Family Guy? Oh, you say your maturity level is above this show? Well, you may have stopped by the wrong blog then because that kind of 14 year old prepubescent boy humor is right up my alley! Anyway, back to what I was saying:
There is an episode where Stewie is standing next to Lois, she is laying in bed exhausted and he is trying to get her attention, “Mom! Mom! Mom! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Lois! Lois! Lois! Lois!” Lois jumps up and shouts “WHAT?” and Stewie mischievously shouts “Hi!” and runs off laughing like a mad man. I felt like I lived this exact same scene today, except on a completely different level.
You see, last night I only got about 4 hours of sleep and only in two separate 2 hour increments. I was exhausted this morning and Zoey was especially fussy. She would constantly follow me around the house, whining and fussing, sometimes hollering. At one point I put my feet up on the coffee table and decided to have myself a little Mom Break because I felt like I was about to lose my grip with sanity at any given moment.
You’re laughing at the Mom Break comment, aren’t you? Because we all know there is no such a thing. There are variations. But not really.
So within just a few nanoseconds, Zoey was standing next to me, holding on to the couch for dear life and half crying, half fussing and half sweetly saying “Mamamamamamama.” (ok, so maybe you can’t technically do half of something three times, but c’mon just work with me here) At about that point I didn’t know whether to be annoyed or overwhelmed with the cuteness. She was doing her fake-sad squinty face (the one she does to get attention. did I mention that her genius is starting to scare me?) and interchanging between three different moods. All I had wanted was a break and just moments earlier I was feeling on the edge of desperation, but that adorable little mad squinty face and cute babbles just erased every single thing that I had previously felt and all of a sudden I was picking her up and snuggling her, giving her More Than She Bargained For Neck Kisses and blowing raspberries into her tummy.
She got what she wanted: my attention. Again, the genius thing comes back into play. I’m afraid I’ve been wrapped around a tiny, chubby and mostly slobbery finger. Send. Help.
Candy :: Feb.06.2010 :: Baby, Motherhood, Zoey :: 5 Comments »
5 Responses to “Mamamamamamama”
Aw, look at her! She’s getting so big!
I love it. But OMG, it’s so much easier when they can’t talk yet. Now I try to close my eyes on the couch for a single second and get “Mama, wake up! Wake up wake up, Mama! What say? What’s that? You see that? Mama, wake up, please.”
Still, I get my Mom Break because he still sleeps in a crib – AND we gate the stairs so he can’t get up or down – AND he’ll watch TV quietly by himself for a while.. if I’m lucky.
It’s funny how they get older and more independent, and trade one thing for another – and yet the mama’s work is never less. ;)
I would never be able to resist Zoey’s adorable little face either. She’s so stinking precious! It is amazing how smart children become and how they learn to tug at your heart strings.
Look at Miss Zoey! What a cutie!
i seen the family guy episode you are talking about. lol. zoey is absolutely adorable, i just want to pinch her little cheeks!