so it's only been a month since i have time to sit and write.... nothing like following through with commitment... anyways...
so i finally feel that we have somewhat of a schedule... *GASP* only took 5 months to get around to making one of those. so here goes:
up and moving no later than 630AM
breakfast by 830AM
lunch and nap by 1PM
queen of all crankiness by 4PM
dinner 6PM
wind down and asleep by 8PM
and somewhere in between all of those you can guarantee there is a trip to Target. I think Hailey believes we live there. Because there are times when we are out and about through the day while she is napping and she will wake up with a look of great concern as is "wait.... where am I and why am I strapped to this chair?" the only exception being when we are in Target. Honestly, she will open her eyes, and it's like... "red cart..... smell of popcorn.... and that gentle lullaby of the price scanner... RIGHT, TARGET... looks like I'm getting new clothes...wake me up when we get to the car."
I am fortunate enough to have a child who already understands that while in public, we're on our best behavior, at least until freshman year of college and she forms a relationship with Jose Cuervo. It really is wonderful how agreeable she is to coming and going wherever we need to be throughout the day. She is RARELY fussy in front of company, it is my sincere belief that during that time she has a direct conversation with each one of my friends uterus coaxing it to produce a friend for her. She is generally happy to be anywhere but home as it feeds her need to be constantly included in every aspect of mine or Lee's day. But this facade she puts on for company works to my disadvantage as well... because NO ONE will believe me when I say that she kept my up all night, or that she can reach octaves so high that I'm pretty sure my body has started to over produce ear wax as a self defense mechanism.
And maybe she isn't SO bad, but being our first baby, we have nothing to compare her to. So here me out world, unless you come and sit in my living room between 4-6 PM every night to witness it yourself, TAKE MY WORD FOR IT. H-A-I-L-E-Y spells FUSSY.
"Is she generally a happy baby?"
"Yes, but she has her moments..."
"Oh, I can't believe that, look she's smiling at me."
"She's not smiling at you, she's talking to your uterus, gathering her minions for world domination."
so i finally feel that we have somewhat of a schedule... *GASP* only took 5 months to get around to making one of those. so here goes:
up and moving no later than 630AM
breakfast by 830AM
lunch and nap by 1PM
queen of all crankiness by 4PM
dinner 6PM
wind down and asleep by 8PM
and somewhere in between all of those you can guarantee there is a trip to Target. I think Hailey believes we live there. Because there are times when we are out and about through the day while she is napping and she will wake up with a look of great concern as is "wait.... where am I and why am I strapped to this chair?" the only exception being when we are in Target. Honestly, she will open her eyes, and it's like... "red cart..... smell of popcorn.... and that gentle lullaby of the price scanner... RIGHT, TARGET... looks like I'm getting new clothes...wake me up when we get to the car."
I am fortunate enough to have a child who already understands that while in public, we're on our best behavior, at least until freshman year of college and she forms a relationship with Jose Cuervo. It really is wonderful how agreeable she is to coming and going wherever we need to be throughout the day. She is RARELY fussy in front of company, it is my sincere belief that during that time she has a direct conversation with each one of my friends uterus coaxing it to produce a friend for her. She is generally happy to be anywhere but home as it feeds her need to be constantly included in every aspect of mine or Lee's day. But this facade she puts on for company works to my disadvantage as well... because NO ONE will believe me when I say that she kept my up all night, or that she can reach octaves so high that I'm pretty sure my body has started to over produce ear wax as a self defense mechanism.
And maybe she isn't SO bad, but being our first baby, we have nothing to compare her to. So here me out world, unless you come and sit in my living room between 4-6 PM every night to witness it yourself, TAKE MY WORD FOR IT. H-A-I-L-E-Y spells FUSSY.
"Is she generally a happy baby?"
"Yes, but she has her moments..."
"Oh, I can't believe that, look she's smiling at me."
"She's not smiling at you, she's talking to your uterus, gathering her minions for world domination."
