You know that it's been a rough go of things when you're
wearing the same clothes that you went to sleep in last night. I'm experiencing that right now as I type
wearing an old Chiefs t-shirt and a pair of windpants. To top it all off, I've got some epic bedhead
going on. You might be wondering why I'm
not dressed and ready for the day. All
I'm doing is staying at home with a baby, right? Well, hold your horses and I'll tell
you. Figuratively, of course. I don't want anyone to mess up their back by
picking up a horse.
According to the research that Bethany has done, Ellie's
currently in the midst of her three month growth spurt. So we are getting all of the side effects
that come along with this. Namely
crankiness, insomnia, and hunger (I now feel like I'm in the middle of a drug
commercial; Talk to your doctor about Blank-o-cil and find out if it
works for you). To further complicate
issues is the fact that Ellie's daddy lacks all knowledge of proper volume
control. Meaning, I don't realize how
loud I get when I talk. In the past two
days when we have had Ellie in a beautiful, wonderful sleep, I have decided
that was the time to do one of the following.
- · On Saturday, I cheered like an absolute nutcase at the Kansas City Royals winning a game over the Detroit Tigers to keep their playoff chances in what is essentially hospice care
- · On Sunday, I sang 'Sweet Home Alabama' at the top of my lungs when I heard our worship band at church strumming it while working in the sound booth
Just in case, you're wondering, I probably didn't actually need to do either of these things. I just don't really sit down and think through things before I act all of the time. If I had done so, then maybe I wouldn't have done those things. Maybe I still would have though. Just saying I didn't have time to create a pros and cons list or anything. As a result, we found ourselves with an incredibly sleep deprived baby on Sunday night that really could not be soothed for any length of time at all. After drawing upon all of our parental knowledge, the only two things that really got her to rest were eating and taking a ride in the car. On a side note, I feel like "taking a ride in the car" has such a negative connotation. That's what you promise your dog when you're taking him to the vet to be put down.
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| Or you know, your dog walks the car instead... |
Luckily, we finally got Ellie to sleep last night even if it
was well after 10:00 and we had been trying since 7:00 pm. I'd be lying if I wasn't scared of the same
thing today. As a result, I've been
afraid to do anything that might make noise while she's sleeping. Hence, the lack of shower today. Watching television has been totally out of
the question since it's in the same room as her swing. Radio, also not likely. Even something simple like running the
microwave made me feel like I was in a horror movie. Constantly looking over my shoulder waiting
for the monster to come get me.
In this
case, the monster clearly being my three month old daughter who weighs approximately
nine and a half pounds. Oh yeah. Am I a big, strong man or what? Prevailing logic says that the answer will be
'what'. #DaddyWrite
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