|She likes to sleep|
with her hands
out, just in case
One night, I was getting ready to run to pick up some fast food at a drive through, and right before leaving, I had this flash vision of me whispering in to the menu speaker and being so frustrated that the employee could not hear me. I felt like I would get there and forget to talk out loud. And the idea made me laugh hysterically for about 6 minutes before Todd finally convinced me I would be fine, and sent me on my way.
I hear phantom crying babies all day. At least 98 times a day, we freeze and stare at each other with super wide open eyes as if we are hiding in a closet in Nazi Germany-"did you hear that?" We don't watch much TLC (except What Not to Wear, poor Todd.) If the TV accidentally gets left on that channel, we're in big trouble because it has nothing else but crying baby shows. That will get new parents running to the nursery faster than you can say "it's just another show about someone with many, many more kids than we are prepared to handle!"
|See why we like|
her to sleep?
The thing is, thanks to Fat Tony (her feeding pump and the pole it hangs from), she is a really good sleeper. If we stick to our routing and bathe her, snuggle, and put her down by 8:00PM, she sleeps until about 8:00AM. Or at least, she did, until the dreaded season of seasons Summer arrived. The sun comes up earlier and earlier. She gets up with the sun, and as previously stated, we LOVE it when she sleeps, almost as much as when she eats. So it is with no pride and a plea for understanding that I admit...We have now covered her window with a blanket. This does not go with the aesthetic we were originally going for in the nursery, but I'll bet you $82 that she sleeps until 8:00AM tomorrow...