byfirstlight's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Teeth! And Adam still bugs me. Isabella is getting her top teeth!! You can see them starting to poke through, but you can't feel them yet. But how exciting. Yay for teeth! She's been kind of miserable, naturally. Orajel isn't helping too much, either. She doesn't seem to like the way it numbs her tongue. She makes a dreadful face, and then just kind of gums her mouth around looking disgusted. But yeah, the stuff is pretty yucky. Adam is *really* bugging me lately. He seems to think he knows everything there is to know about her, and he isn't always right. Saturday afternoon, I was getting ready to feed her some of that lovely slop known as baby food (hey Mia, if you haven't unloaded yours yet, you're welcome to send it my way). Vegetable Turkey and Apricots. Adam saw me pull the jars out of the refrigerator and pour the contents into bowls, and smugly told me, "She doesn't like those, and she won't eat them. Good luck, though" ARGH! He seems to think that because I work all day and he stays home with her that I know NOTHING. And that is not the case. According to him, she hates ALL baby food. And she doesn't. He just doesn't freaking know how to feed her properly. He feeds her the first bite or two, watches her screw up her face and spit it out, and just assumes she hates it, and gives up. It's so irritating. So, I made sure he followed me into the room and watched me feed her. And as USUAL, she ate every bite gleefully. She does NOT mind baby food. The first couple bites always shock her, because she's not expecting those flavors or textures. But the thing is, once she knows it's coming, she likes it just fine. ANd he will not get that through his thick head. This is what bothers me. He is so inexperienced with babies, but he refuses to listen to me when I do know more than him. True, I may not be with her all day like he is, but I do know my daughter. And know how to care for a baby. I know how they react to things. After living with my sister, I can handle any baby. Isabella is a piece of cake compared to my sister, who hated all food and would just barf it up and you'd end up feeding her 6 jars of babyfood just to get the equivalent of two to stay in her belly. Ugh. It just bugs me. He acts like I'm the babysitter or something. And as much as I hate to do this, I think I'm going to quit my job as soon as he goes back to work. I'm tired of being treated that way, and I'm tired of being away from her all day anyway. 9:36 a.m. - 02.17.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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