The Cowboy got a "bonus" at his job yesterday. A "bonus" of $50.00. When he told me of this "bonus", I said to myself, I said, "Oh boy. Whatever will we do with this great windfall of money."
I just stared at her while she was sleeping and willed her to wake up so I could hold her, but this is The Most Stubborn Child Ever (as evidenced by the fact that she was almost 2 weeks overdue), and she just continued to sleep.
My arms were itching. I had to hold that baby. So I made her mother wake her up and pass her over to me. I don't care if you're never supposed to wake a sleeping baby. Blar blar blar, go tell it to someone else. I needed that child.At first, clearly, she was less than pleased to have been woken so rudely from her slumber. There she is threatening me with that fist again. She's feisty, this one! I like it.
But I persevered, and eventually, we bonded. Oh, that look on her face is gas. Not displeasure. We were at a Mexican food restaurant, after all. Everyone at the table had gas.
But then I began to notice something about BSP. She kind of always has that look on her face. Like she's grumpy. Or cantankerous. Ornery. Displeased. Sour. And I don't think it's because she's not a happy baby. She didn't cry once the entire time we were there. She didn't even fuss. She was a little angel, with the face of......
Maybe she's just concentrating really hard on something? But no, her mother says she always looks like this (which, actually, is exactly how her dad looks, especially in the above picture. Very intense.).
Maybe I should change her name? Maybe I'm a little bit scared of her, and when she grows up and can comprehend, maybe she won't be so amused that we call her Baby Stinky Pants, and maybe she will try to kick my ass. It's something I'm considering.