If you are what you eat, then I am a cup of coffee. (Moms, I know you know.) Last night was a particularly rough night after several weeks of excellent night sleeping by Scarlett. She went to bed at 9:00 p.m. and was up at 11:30 p.m., 12:45 a.m., 1:15 a.m., 5:00 a.m. and 6:30 a.m.; she’s still going strong. I think that if I were to cry, coffee might actually pour forth from my eyes.
At the moment, Scarlett is taking a cat nap on my lap. I’m afraid to move for fear of waking her up. I gave her a little gripe water, and I am hoping that it will help her to sleep for a while; however, I am beginning to suspect that emerging teeth may be the real culprit. I read that as soon as you get your baby sleeping through the night, you’re up again with teething pain. I guess we’re right on schedule.
Yesterday, Brian and I attempted a trip to the bookstore. I love the bookstore. I am a book hoarder. My family has refused to go to the bookstore with me due to the length of time I am capable of staying in the bookstore. Yes, I love the bookstore. Since Scarlett has been born, I have attempted the bookstore about a dozen times. Literally, every single visit, without exception, I have spent the majority of my time there in the ladies’ room, changing her pants. Let’s say she hasn’t gone poo for a few days. No problem, we go to the bookstore. Presto! We have poo poo pants. It’s remarkable, actually.
I have yet to buy a book.