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There was a lot of screaming in the Chase-Blank household today.

Most of it came from the nine-pound being who found the entire prospect of having her diaper changed, eating and then going down for a nice nap objectionable in the extreme. The tears, though -- those were mostly Angela's.

Finally she got Abby to sleep in her swing, then sat on the couch with her eyes closed. She should have been working on a paper that was already past its due date. She was more than half asleep within ten minutes ...

When Abby started to whimper again.

[OOC: Open to phonecalls, unexpected visitors, or the fiancé.]

Date: 2008-11-13 03:31 pm (UTC)
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Marty gave Angela a symapthetic look and got up from where he was sitting. "I got her. Just worry about paper."

Date: 2008-11-13 03:43 pm (UTC)
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"We certainly should be experts on that subject," Marty said picking up Abby and rubbing her back. "Though your Lit professor might be a tad confused."

Date: 2008-11-13 03:47 pm (UTC)
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"I'm pretty sure I can send the next week carrying nine pounds on my shoulder if that helps," Marty offered. "And that would explain a lot of things regarding Dostoyevsky."

Date: 2008-11-13 03:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"What do you say Abby?" Marty said also lapsing. "Are you still trying to figure out this big world?"

And with the little patting and rubbing on her back, Abby decided that it would be an appropriate time to let out a belch.

Marty smirked. "Apparently so."

Date: 2008-11-13 03:58 pm (UTC)
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"I'll be the one to teach to say 'excuse me' then," Marty said as he started easing back over to crib and slowly started to put the drowsy baby down without upsetting her.

Date: 2008-11-13 04:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
And Marty had a theory that if he didn't moved his upper body as little as possible, Abby wouldn't notice that she would be back in her crib.

Successfully getting her on the mattress, Marty pulled a blanket over her and slowly and stealthy crept away from the crib.

Date: 2008-11-13 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Marty held up his hands for silence and let a good thirty seconds go before putting them down. "If we don't make a sound for the next five years we should be good," he whispered.

Date: 2008-11-13 04:36 pm (UTC)
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Marty quietly flopped down on the couch and closed his eyes."This isn't exhaustion. This is beyond exhaustion. It's uber-exhaustion. With diapers."

Date: 2008-11-13 04:46 pm (UTC)
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"Can't we find a magical genie that actually takes care of that?" Marty asked. "Because I'm just saying that the diaper genie isn't living up to its name."

Date: 2008-11-13 04:53 pm (UTC)
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"Knowing my luck it'll just be box with a diaper eating gremlin," Marty groaned and stood up before heading toward the genie.

Date: 2008-11-13 06:12 pm (UTC)
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Marty let out a burst of chuckle which turned to an expression of "OH YUCK!" as the genie was opened.

"You think we could keep the gremlin from biting Abby?"

Date: 2008-11-13 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"If she turns into a teletubby I'll never forgive myself," Marty said as he tied up the bag and went across the hall to dump the bag down the incinerator chute.

Date: 2008-11-13 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"They frighten me," Marty said flopping back down on the couch. "I swear whoever came up with the concept was stoned at the time."


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