DISCONCERTING: Let’s discuss newfangled medical technology. Like the thermometer they use that shoots some sort of laser at my child’s head to take her temperature. It doesn’t even touch her. Does this prevent Scarlette from screaming like a banshee as soon as she sees said thermometer? No, it does not. Apparently she has realized that it precedes her Synagis shot and has developed a sort of shot radar about it all. Anyhow, am I just neurotic or does it make anyone else a bit squeamish to see a laser beam pointed at their child’s forehead?.
THANK YOU: For all the suggestions on the cradle cap issue. I will report back on what works for us.
SILLY SONGS: Scarlette has a bunch of silly song CDs. Several of them are set to the tune of Glory Glory Hallelujah. I start singing along when one of them goes “Glory, glory… what is it to you if I have a chicken sandwich, cup of coffee, piece of pie?” and I’m like…what? This is how I learned that I am not “up” on silly song trends. The other one goes “Smile when you are in trouble, it will vanish like a bubble.” And I’m all “Don’t you listen to them Scarlette. If you bite Mommy one more time, you’re still in trouble, smile or no smile.” Silly song lyrics were not covered in my parenting books. My repertoire prior to this CD collection consisted of songs about low hanging ears and bringing home baby bumblebees.
Then there is another one that is all “Everywhere that we go, people wanna know, who we are, so we tell them” and I was so excited because YAY! I KNOW ONE! And I’m all “We are the Titans, the mighty mighty Titans!“ Except turns out, that’s not how it goes at all. Apparently, we are from mighty, mighty Boston. Screw you, silly songs.*
Also, Dear Liza. Oh. My. Gosh. If I were Liza I’d have been like “FOR PETE’S SAKE HENRY I’LL FIX THE FLIPPIN’ BUCKET MYSELF!” on about the third verse.
* Jeff says saying “screw you silly songs” is ruining my reputation as an innocent mommy blogger. I was unaware of this reputation but lest I ruin it, replace “screw” with “darn” in your head, even though it obliterates the alliteration.
** Now I’m one of those bloggers that puts all the asterisks at the end of their posts.
