To look at this picture, you would think that Phoebe is just a happy little sweetheart, wouldn't you? Don't be fooled... she is in another cranky funk: all week she's been cranky, fussy, not eating quite right, protesting nap time with a vengence, and just generally is not her normal happy self. She isn't sick or anything- just a little off. She had about a two week period of this sort of behavior about a month or so ago (see earlier post regarding the Kraken), and then at the end of the two weeks she slept for almost a whole day and was back to normal again! We think it's either a growth spurt or she may be teething, who knows. But anyhow, she was kind of a mess all weekend. Beth and I went out to lunch to Mongolian BBQ on Saturday- what a trip THAT was! First Phoebe was a crank-butt because she was getting hungry, so I fed her her bottle while I waited up at the grill station for my food. When we got back to the table I was burping her, and the waitress came by and said, "Oh, she's drooling on you," so I looked and there was spit up running down the front of Phoebe, down the back of me, on my chair, and collecting in a puddle on the floor. Awesome! So I took off my sweater, blotted up Phoebe, and plunged ahead with the rice cereal. Beth and I laughed that off, and continued chatting and eating while I fed Phoebe her rice cereal and squash...which was apparently too much for her, she had to make a little room...because she took this giant nasty dump at the table. She was grunting, groaning, turning red, eyes bugging out, traumatizing Beth while she tried to eat- it was a good thing it was loud in there, otherwise the other customers would have been disgusted! She finally got done with that, and I jokingly (and sheepishly) said, "Well that was quite the blow out, huh!" and as I moved my hand, I realized that it actually HAD blown out- out the side of the diaper and all over my hand! Great! I had to plug the side of the diaper with napkins to make it to the bathroom without any further leakage- good thing I have everything under the sun in the old diaper bag, huh? When that stinky disaster was over, we made it back to the table just in time for Phoebe to go nuclear- it was nap time, duh, and of course she couldn't just fall peacefully asleep! No no- instead, she growled, snarled, screamed, cried, punched and kicked and thrashed about while Beth stared at her with her mouth hanging open like "What happened to Phoebe and who is this freak baby?" I, smiling all the while, suggested that it may be time to take our leave. :) And wouldn't you know it- we weren't but 10 feet out the door and Phoebe was fast asleep? Sigh...Beth said, "I can't believe you're taking this so calmly!" Ah- my clever disguise worked, did it? :) Just kidding- I love every minute of Phoebe-ville- even the crazy ones like this! The picture here was taken on Sunday after church- we had New Member Sunday, where I had to go up and be officially- publicly- received into the church after my transfer a few months ago. Phoebe was Kraken-er-ific during new member orientation and the first half of the service- Matt had to walk around with her for at least 20 minutes until she passed out, then got reawakened by the organ playing, then walk around another 10 minutes, sneak back into the pew...you get the idea. But she was just fine when I had to go up front and shake the pastor's hand and what-not, so that was good. She is such a sweetheart- but I hope that this super-funk is over soon so she can get back to her happy-go-lucky little self!
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