I don't know if y'all have picked up on this, but there's been a distinct lack of Edie posts round these parts lately. It's true - she's been blackballed from the blog. She's been giving me the cold shoulder lately and I'm a petty, petty person that also happens to be ineffectual everywhere in the world except in this tiny little slice, where I can at least wield the Crappy Sword of Omission.
So THERE, Edie. I'll show you for ignoring me and/or crying when I pick you up and/or constantly arching your entire body away from me while looking pleadingly with your saddest eyes at your mom as if to say, "Save me from this monster, woman!"
Aw crap. I already regret e-lashing out. I mean, look at that smile? Could that smile really mask a calculating, Daddy-hating little devil?
Yes. I'm certain of it. Which is a shame, because I thought we were still in the glory days of PO childhood. Pre-Opinions. Because we all know that the development of opinions is where child-rearing really goes south.
It won't be long now until we're there. She's coming entirely off the bottle, is mostly eating whole foods - at least those that she's not throwing at me out of spite - and is more or less down to one nap. This is the end of infantdom and the dawn of toddlerism. Dark, dark toddlerism.
But I'm not depressed. I know that it's only a matter of time before she comes back my way. She's a girl, after all, and I hear that they love their Daddies. Or at least she will once I start telling her what her Mom says about her behind her back.
I'm a petty, petty person.