Sunday, October 27, 2002
Now, I love Parker to pieces. But, there are times it gets annoying when all he wants is to be in my arms at my breast when he won't even look at his father to see if maybe he's got something more enticing at the moment, like a good plum. You know, I used to think plums were yucky. I don't know how I got that impression, because they are darn good. They are probably Parker's favorite fruit, although the different varieties at the grocery store confuse even me. Parker has found it "cute" to walk into my legs, stop me, and wiggle his head between my legs so that I'll take a little step to widen them so he can fall to the ground and lay his head at my feet. Cute, no? Well, it gets annoying, especially when you are running to the bathroom, screaming over the sudden demands of your bladder. It also isn't so cute when it is in the middle of a tantrum and he's doing it while hitting and/or kicking you. And I love him to pieces.
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