Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Turf war

Buster and I are in the midst of a little property dispute. All was going well for the first seven months, but apparently he thinks the little cocoon I have so lovingly crafted for him is no longer big enough. So he is trying to make himself more comfortable by stretching and kicking his way into a larger space. Despite the fact that I am a generally hospitable person, I must say that my stomach, bladder and other organs are not liking this new development one bit. I'm starting to feel squished from the inside out. (And, yes, I realize this is not likely to improve in the next several months.)

Seriously, can't we all just get along?

I told Buster last night that if he wasn't careful I was going to serve him with an early eviction notice. I'm fairly certain he wasn't listening.

2 comments:

Margaret said...

The visualization is too much. Made me laugh. Just keep telling him, be patient, and eventually all kids start to listen. In this case, however, I'm not so sure it will happen. But be nice! He's my grandson.

Meredith said...

Oh Ellen...it will become SO much worse at the end :) Just warning you...but eventually you will get your body back all to yourself! And have a cute baby to boot.