I broke seven hours of sleep last night, not waking up until almost 4:00. Dad got up on his own after only a couple soft whimpers from me. I pretty much slept through the feeding while Dad cheated, watching election coverage that he had Tivoed. He decided to forget about going to sleep, instead showering and heading to work as soon as I fell (half) asleep. While Dad was in the shower Mom had gotten up to quiet me down, but as soon as Dad got dressed he finsihed the job and I slept until 8. That’s 11 hours with just one get-up.
I ate breakfast at 8:15 and for about an hour and a half after that I fussed around, played with Mom, swung a little, and napped a little. After eating a snack around 10:30, I napped and fussed until lunch at 1:00. Do you see a trend? After lunch I played on Mom’s bed for a while, fussed a little, napped a little, and ate a little all afternoon.
At around 6:30, Dad came in the door just as I was in a period of fussing — screaming bloody murder in fact. Mom was pulling out all the stops in the apartment so Dad decided to help by taking me outside our apartment. Dad put down his bag, swaddled me like it was goin’ out of style, and we ran out of the apartment, down the elevator, and out in the courtyard. Always the multitasker, he also made a pitstop at Bank of America to make a deposit. We took a couple laps around the building and once I had fallen asleep we came back up to the apartment and I slept on Mom’s and Dad’s bed.
I got up, ate dinner, and hung out in my swing for a bit. Just as Dad was lifting me out of my swing to do tummy-time…he stuck his hand in a pool of leaky poop. “Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!” So much for tummy-time. Dad rushed me into an emergency bath (Mom was planning to bathe me tomorrow, anyway). I got out, dried off, ate supper, and Mom tried to get me to sleep but I was still hungry (I let her know by trying to eat her shirt). Dad saved the day with half a bottle and then I finally turned in for the night around 10:00.
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