Frustrated Father
Nina is going through a stage where, if Alison is available, she'd rather have any action done by Alison. I don't feed her anymore and Nina doesn't want me to change her anymore. Well, when Alison is around. In the hour and a half that I'm with her alone at home after I pick her up from her grandmother's* house, we're pals, compadres, and I'm just the bestest best.

But when Alison comes home, I'm either fun fun fun or chopped liver. I think I'm suffering from the malady I let my parent's know they had, and they got ticked off, namely my comfortingness is low and my fun is too high. It's a yin and yang thing.

Alison's mom, who still has bad pain in her leg she broke in June due to her body rejecting the metal of the pins, keeps things really low key at her house, mainly because she doesn't move around much. She got a fence so Nina can actually go outside, but since she got it, it's pretty much been raining nonstop. But Alison's mom has very much comfortingness and very little fun fun fun. In fact, when I come to pick up Nina from her grandmother's* house, Nina makes a bee line, not for me, but for the car. "Let's go, dad. Let's have fun." And fun we have, unless Nina is sick, and then TV we have.

*The term grandmother is used for Alison's mom as my mother prefers to be called Nanny. And my dad is Papa. They chose these names because they felt that Grandma and Grandpa was too damning since they became grandparents at 40. I, being about to turn 37, cannot imagine already having a 16 year old kid. My sister, who is one year older than me, has a 17 year old kid. Yikes. Early breeders are scary, and they never get to see movies in the theater.


Never Wake A Sleeping Baby
Hey, remember how we screwed things up last week by eating at Pizza Hut even though Nina was asleep? Well, we went to target at nine in the morning and she fell asleep on the way there. We woke her, but despite her getting a halfway decent nap that afternoon, she's was medium grumpy the rest of the weekend.

Oh, but that may also have to do with her having three teeth coming in now (canines and a molar that's just getting started) and her being constipated again. The doctor told us to give her Ensure with Fiber, but the prime feeder in the house has slacked off, literally every week, and Nina lives in a 80% constipated state. That child has had more foot long poos than most people have had by the time they're 10 years old. It took summer camp to get my system to do that kind of freakish abnormality. But Nina is perpetually in a certain level of discomfort which makes her edgy.

Sunday, we did by the books, textbook perfect. So it was a real shock, and really pushed my buttons, when Nina screamed and cried on the way to church. And she loves church, as she usually gets to play with other kids. But the only other kid in the unmanned (besides Alison) nursery was the 3-year old Latin lover Alfonz. Who not only is too old to be in there, but dangit, quit touching my daughter, you lecher. I aught to give Nina her paint stirrer so she can beat you with it.

Migraine is Corn
What I didn't know was creeping up on me, triggered by lack of sleep, lack of food, and a three day lack of caffeine, was a migraine. It truly blossomed as I sat and listened to a strange, but good, sermon about the Salvation Army (I didn't know they were actually a church). I really needed Alison to drive home, but she had to give Nina her post-church bottle (a very deeply ingrained pattern).

The headlights were killing me. The sound of the wet pavement and tire interaction was horrible. When we finally got home, I rushed into the kitchen, took a Lortab 10, took out my contacts, got in my bed clothes, and went to bed.

Alison woke me, confusing the heck out of me, at around 8:00 or so. I don't remember what we were talking about, but I didn't know what we were talking about at the time either, as I was totally out of it. I managed to not wake Alison and Nina up this morning as I got ready for work. Even my throwing up in Nina's changing room/bathroom didn't wake them up.

Now, my headache is mostly gone. I have lots of fieldwork to do, and it's pouring rain.

For some reason, I'm craving ginger. I want Cambell's Chicken and Rice soup with ginger added to it. I think, on the Chinese food scale, I'm getting too much cold and yang. Heck, I think I'm a freakin' yang black hole I've got so much.

That, and I need sleep. The 11 hours I got last night was not enough. I dreamed lame dreams, nightmare lite, mostly about not having the proper supplies/conditions for Nina. I think this stems from her recent mama-centricness, and also that McDonald's self-flushing toilets have scared her into not using public toilets anymore.

Some Pictures (if Pbase will link)
Oh, and we went on the Mountain:




- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 9:58 AM