Question, can anyone out there remind me what sleep is?
Also, can someone let me know what the appropriate amount of sleep someone
should receive is? Another question, what's the best position for receiving
adequate sleep in? Also, I should probably apologize in advance for the
distinct possibility this post is littered with spelling errors, incorrect word
usage, and jokes that fall flat (Actually that last part is always true so I
recant my apology for that one).
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| Speaking of falling flat. Lame joke alert. |
I bring up this whole lack of sleep issue because, well, because it's an issue right now (Wow, that was a very circular statement). Over the past few days, poor Ellie has been subjected to the continuous onslaught of three new teeth attempting to burst forth from her gums. Now, it's true that Ellie has been teething on and off since six months of age. However, to my recollection, I can't recall her ever having so many coming in at once. It's honestly no wonder she's upset.
The last two days haven't necessarily started off well in
the Holt household for yours truly as Ellie has decided to start her day at a
point that's early for even Bethany. How early you may ask? 4:30 am! I know
you're probably asking what exactly we did with Ellie at 4:30 am. The answer is
simple; she and I relocated to our couch downstairs where I curled up with her
on my chest under a soft blanket and proceeded to lull her back to sleep until
Bethany started her day around 6:00 am.
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| I swear, there's a baby in there somewhere. Sorry for the B&W, bad exposure on that picture. |
While Ellie's sleep has suffered the most from her teething,
there is another downside to it. Namely, her ability to eat is compromised
right now. Given Ellie's love of all things food, you know she's in intense
pain if she's turning up her nose at food. In fact, last night at dinner,
Bethany and I found ourselves in a unique situation attempting to get Ellie to
eat.
Our issues began simply enough; with Ellie refusing to sit
in her high chair. This really isn't an issue for us under normal circumstances.
On the rare occasion Ellie fights her high chair, we just let her sit on one of
our laps for dinner. Unfortunately for Ellie, we weren't willing to do so as
she had sat on Bethany's lap for dinner on Sunday night.
And thus the battle commenced. Back and forth it raged.
Ellie in the chair, out of the chair. On the floor in the living room crying,
in her crib crying. It continued to rage back and forth until Bethany (in all
of her kindness) relented and allowed Ellie to sit on her lap to eat her meal
of spaghetti and carrots. I was not done however as I had an ace in the hole.
What is that ace you may ask? Garlic toast.
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| I've never heard of this film but now feel like I should seek it out... |
As Ellie was sitting on Ellie's lap, intensely staring at
the piece of garlic toast in my hand, I began to purposely tear it apart.
Instead of giving it directly to my daughter though, I instead laid the pieces
on the table right in front of her high chair. With her eyes watching as I kept
adding new pieces to the pile, I could see her little mind running the cost-benefit
analysis of just how many pieces of
toast it would require for her to sit in her chair. Finally that number was
reached at four and Ellie relented and went to her chair.
Unfortunately, the issue of getting her to actually eat
something that wasn't garlic toast still remained. That was an easier fix
though as all we had to do was play the airplane game. You know, the one where
you pretend the fork is an airplane delivering food into a cave? Of course,
that's not creative enough for me so I had to up the ante with a noise-filled progression
of NASCAR racers, divebombers, trains, and Free Willy. I even busted out a
zeppelin. I will say that impression left a little something to be desired as I
didn't really know what sound a zeppelin made so I instead just repeated the
words "zeppelin noise" over and over again while the fork lazily
floated from side-to-side.
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| Go zeppelin, go! Also, props to me for continuing the black and white theme... |
Here's hoping that things pick up for us soon. Honestly, I
feel like the combination of sleep deprivation and coming up with creative
methods of food delivery really don't work well in the long run. At least not unless I learn what sound a zeppelin actually makes. #DaddyWrite
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| See, it's not all bad times. Just mostly. |
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