Pissyfittin

I made a new word! Oh wait...let me go google it....

Okay...Yup, it's a new word.

Kelton was throwing another fit last night. He was tired and cranky and wouldn't eat but yet was hungry. Every bite of baby food ended up being blown right back on me. Then he'd stick those cute little hands on his face and rub squash into his nose and eyes which really ticked him off. Poor little guy...sometimes it's just hard being a baby. He was fine in his jumperoo as long as I stood in front of him jumping like a fool in the middle of the kitchen while he jumped. That got old...Mama got tired. And it also disturbed me just how much of me jiggles when I jump. Or maybe it disgusted me...or maybe it did both. Let's not talk about it, k? (quit looking at me like that)

When he got tired of the jumperoo, we went for the pack and play and all the toys in there. That lasted about 15 minutes before he was bored with that. I was working on bottles (I think)...or was it my lunch? Hubby, who was at the kitchen table working on his laptop, asked what K-man was doing that he was upset about, and I replied, "Nothing! He's just pissyfittin!" And there you have it, folks...I made a new word. It wasn't intentional. It just sprang forth from the depths of my genius. (blushing...ya'll don't have to fawn over me!)

okay okay...just to tell on myself. That wasn't the only word I came up with. The pediatrician gave us the go ahead to give little man ibuprofen when he's hurting from teething - infants' motrin to be exact. I told Hubby that evening that we needed to go by the store for some Motrimin for the baby. He just looked at me. "MotriMIN?" I realized what I had said. I was tired. Crap just spouts out of my mouth sometimes....hence, this blog! I'm off to take some Motrimin with my coffee and earn my paycheck for the day.