Being a baby has got to be one of the easiest gigs in the
world. I mean you can basically eat
whenever you want without people judging you.
You can sleep all day long if that's your desire. If things don't go your way, you can just
scream your little heart out until it's all better. You don't even have to do anything yourself
to make it better. Screaming loud enough
and long enough will make someone come.
As far as I can see, there are only two drawbacks. Number one is obvious; no one wants to sit around
in their own excrement. Number two is a
little harder to explain so I'll give it some space to breathe.
For those that may be wondering, today was 1000% times
better than yesterday. I think that's a
quantifiable measure. At least I'm
pretty sure it is. If not, oh well. Ellie's had a really good day today. She snoozed most of the morning away which
gave me some time to do some online shopping.
If you're wondering, we finally made the decision to invest in a diaper
pail today. While the stuff that comes
out of Ellie wasn't too bad to begin with, it's gotten progressively worse as
time goes along in terms of both smell and quantity. This morning when we opened up her room to
rouse her, the smell practically knocked me off my feet. You've heard the stories of miners taking
canaries into coal mines with them. Why,
you may ask? If poisonous gases would
gather, then the canary would die as a warning for the miners to get out. I'm almost positive that the canary would not
have survived the aroma emanating from my daughter's bedroom this morning. Poor birdie.
That aroma would bring the sense of smell to an anosmiac. Side note, imagine that being the very first
thing that you ever smelled? Wouldn't
that just make you pine for the old days of not smelling? Anyway, after Ellie ate, we headed to the
store to pick up her new diaper pail.
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Upon returning home, Ellie was already fast asleep in her
car seat which led to me performing a very delicate extraction and movement to
her swing. I have to admit; my touch is
getting softer. I'm no bomb removal
expert yet, but I can move Ellie with her remaining asleep relatively easily by
this point. I even stopped humming the
'Mission Impossible' theme aloud to keep from waking her. It still plays in my head though. It will always play in my head. After Ellie awoke from her nap and ate, we
settled in for some playtime. This is
where that second issue comes into play.
Babies essentially suffer from multiple personalities. Ellie is no exception. She will be happily cooing and playing for a
good five minute span and then randomly begin screaming. Just as soon as it began, it will end and
Ellie will be super happy and content again.
She may decide to rinse and repeat or she may be just fine moving
forward.
I find myself super grateful and thankful for the ease of
this day. Especially in light of just
how terrible yesterday was. I'm not
screaming in a pillow, I'm not sad and lonely, and I am pretending to be Ethan
Hunt! What an impossibly great day! #DaddyWrite
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