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10/17/2007: "Feeding time shenanigans"
Hi! Good morning! I'm totally tired! How are you?
I have to be all upbeat and happy this morning because yay! Caffeine! It's the only thing keeping me conscious! Huzzah!
Also? I'm so tired I could drop to sleep right now. It's only Wednesday so... probably I will be dead by the weekend. Yay. And stuff.
My darling child is not sleeping through the night anymore. I don't know what the hell happened. She seems to have a bladder the size of Milwaukee and she appears to let it free at about one in the morning. Yesterday morning the dear child was awake at 3:30 am and Dave got up with her. This morning she was up and kicking at 2:30 am and... it was my turn. She was soaked through to the sheets and hungry.
The hell?
This is the fourth night in a row that she's wet through her diaper, her sleeper, her Miracle Wrap, the sheets and the mattress cover (which thankfully has a plastic portion before we hit the mattress, because otherwise... yuck). When I mentioned this to Dave before dawn today, the exhausted conversation went like this:
Me: Dess keeps wetting through. Maybe we should try double diapering her...?
Dave: Maybe we need to feed her and then wait and change her diaper later... maybe feeding her and then putting her to sleep at 7:30 pm isn't good...
Me (mildly): She's sleepy at 7:30. She's ready to go to sleep... we could double diaper her...
Dave: I mean, maybe we need to feed her and then change her later, before she goes to sleep... and she doesn't need to go right to sleep...
Me: She's sleepy at 7:30. She rubs her eyes...
Dave: Maybe we can double diaper her... can you do that?
Me: I JUST SUGGESTED THAT!
Dave: No. NO. Really?
Me (thinking, but not saying): Where did you think that thought came from? It was the voice in your head. MY VOICE.
Today after school I'll be going to the store to look for heavy duty steel belted radial diapers. And I will also be buying something else. Something I was sort of hoping to put off for a little while longer.
Rice cereal.
My baby is so ready to do these things... sleep in her own crib, eat solid food, turn over...did I mention that she flipped from back to front on Saturday morning? No? She did. I'm trying simultaneously to ignore it and also to see it for myself (she was on the floor at the time and I was looking in the fridge for a second. She was on her back and then... not. I missed the actual turning. And of course now, every time I watch, she gets three-quarters of the way over and fusses until she flips back. The shocked look on her face is priceless, the goof). Now she seems to need solid food at night. I wanted to wait until November because... because I guess I am a control freak? I don't know exactly. But Dessa seems to want more food at night, and we're in the window to introduce solids and...
Alright, alright, alright. I guess I'll get some damn cereal. JEEZ.
And the video camera. And the digital camera. Because if I'm going to be forced into these firsts, at least I can continue my father's legacy and document the hell out of them.
This afternoon I'll go home and finish putting together the high chair. I started to put it together at 6:15 this morning but didn't realize it required screws and a screwdriver. I thought it was a pop together affair. Not so much. I was wiped out at 6:15 this morning so why I thought opening the box for the high chair and putting it together was a good idea is anyone's guess. I'm on step 5 of about 900 right now. Wish me luck.
The high chair box has been in a corner of the living room since my shower and cracks me up every time I see it. My sister AC bought it for us and was convinced that it encourages "feeding time shenanigans" (her words). The high chair in question, by the way, is this one:
Her judgement is based on the removable toy that takes up the whole tray. Being Dessa's auntie, AC bought the high chair with the prissy admonishment that she chose it because it was prettier than the pack 'n play (which she refused to buy based on the fact that it was brown... go figure) but she actually wasn't all that thrilled with my choice because the toy probably encouraged "feeding time shenanigans". I would worry about my child's future based on this but... what the hell does my sister know, anyway? Also I can't stop laughing about "feeding time shenanigans". I mean...
shenanigans? Who says that anymore!?
However, she could be right. I mean, honestly, what the hell do
I know?
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