Having failed to consult her on this purchase, she is not exactly sure why all the hoopla because she certainly isn't getting in that thing without someone to entertain her! Good thing for me, there's room for two.
While I'm there, I'd better bring a book because it appears I need to brush up on the Baby Manual.
Those of you who are without kids underfoot, if a fear of how to rear them without instructions (from someone other than your mother-in-law) is holding you back -- fear not! This generation comes with an incredibly accurate manual.
Although it has not escaped my notice that the guidebooks get pretty murky when the kid approaches her teenage years. I pray they'll have that one out in time for this model of Murphy. Hey, if I can teach myself how to do basic electrical wiring without catching the house -- or my hair on fire, then why can't I learn how to be kid's custodian from one too?!
There are many versions stocking the bookstore shelves, but the one Jack and I picked out last year is always on the money with advice and pointers.
Point being, since starting up my graduate studies again (one measly little class), I've become a dismal student of all things Quinn. Unfortunately for me, she might be the toughest teacher I've had yet.
She is pulling out the pop-quizzes and impromptu presentations by blaring out a surprise cry that startles everyone, and is so piercing it makes the dog's hair stand as he dives for cover.
In the middle of the night, when her yowl threatens to wake the DNA of ancestors deep in my bones, I try and make nice by letting her curl up in my bed while I comfort her back to sleep. Instead of sheep, I count foolish testaments I've made over the years scoffing how I wouldn't be such a pushover parent when my turn came.
So, no more hooky for me; after tonight I'm going to be hitting 'dem books of Quinn.
From the Principal's Office,
a Truant Mama and Madeline the Baby Mentor
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All will work out because you care and try
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