Sunday:
Annabelle woke up first this morning, as is characteristic of her. She
fell off of our bed again. She either has no fear of the edge or no
sense of it. In either case, it is disturbing. Ruth and the kids went
to church as I went on a ride. When I returned the kids were napping
and Annabelle woke up in a good mood. I think she is constipated. I
also think that she is either teething, doing some growth spurt thing,
or about to walk (Ruth provided these insights). I just know that we
put her down to sleep and she is quiet for about 30 minutes. Tonight Ruth
touched up the grout and I took a bunch of garbage out to the curb for
our annual bulk pickup. Annabelle woke up at least 4 times. Finally we
decided that we would bring her into our bed. We were actually so
exasperated by the fact that Annabelle wouldn't go to sleep that we
laughed like disturbed folks and joked for about 30 minutes. Ruth
finally rocked Annabelle for about 20 minutes and then put her down. We
are both very frustrated by how hard it is to get her to sleep these
days. Ruth got a call from a mom that is coming due and I almost shit
myself, thinking Ruth might have to leave tonight. Lost her mucous
plug, first time mom, so I won't be alone tonight, thank god. I
probably better buy some coffee from Whole Foods, some real strong
stuff. If Ruth had to leave and I had to put Annabelle to bed, I'd have
a good challenge in front of me.
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