NikkiZ is getting quite used to hanging out at the soccer fields in the evenings. She stares at the boys on the fields like she’s determined to find her brother out there. She’ll just sit and play very contently while we watch the games and/or practice.
Is she that content at home when I’m trying to wash clothes? No. How about when I need to blog? HELL no. Soccer. Soccer makes her a low maintenance child. Anywhere else? She needs to be held all the time.
She is cutting tooth #2 this week, which isn’t helping matters at all. She woke up several times last night to eat because she didn’t eat much yesterday. I think teething affects her appetite. That’s the only way to explain why in the hell she ravenously bites my boobs periodically.
Either that? Or she gets a kick out of me trying to say, “No!” in a tone that means business but doesn’t scare her. All while avoiding the strong urge to scream profanities at the top of my lungs.