04/15/2010 at 9:29 am | Posted in Oy, Small Fry | 14 Comments
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Be patient. Be patient. Be patient.

This is my new mantra.

And, on days like yesterday when Small Fry pushed EVERY SINGLE LAST BUTTON I have, I need mantras.

I actually started saying it out loud. Like, when we were getting into the car to visit my parents (and my lovely Aunt Mary Lou, who is in town for a few days — and faithfully reads this blog — Hi Auntie!), Small Fry most definitely did not want a kiss from mommy. She recoiled as if I’d just eaten an entire raw onion. Then began screaming. So I shut the car door and made my way around to the driver’s seat. An aside: how AWESOME does it feel to shut a car door on a screaming child? Like sealing them into their own little sound-proof chamber.

Be patient. Be patient. Be patient.

When I opened my door, she was still crying. I asked her, as calmly as possible, what was wrong. She said, “I want kiss from mommy.” What the what?! Weren’t you just screaming because you DIDN’T want me to kiss you?

Be patient. Be patient. Be patient.

I got out of the car, walked around to her door, opened it and gave her a kiss. She smiled. Briefly. Then started crying again.

What do I have to blame for days like these, besides the fact that she’s two?


Oh, how I wish those dang teeth would just come in already. They’re taking their sweet time, pushing through her swollen gums at a freaking snail’s pace. Small Fry has only 12 right now. And we’ve all felt the pain of every single one of those teeth.

I do feel sorry for her, especially when she looks like this:

Not even Big Toe could bring a smile to her achy face.

But, on days like yesterday, I’d do anything for even just a single moment of contentment:

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Be patient. Be patient. Be patient.

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