Over the past week, I've discovered what might be a really effective form of torture. In Phase One, you subject your victim to several successive nights of sleep deprivation.
When they're good and tired to the point of hallucinations, it's time to move on to Phase Two: making them try to line up the snaps on the sleeper of a screaming baby at 2 AM.
Repeat every night.
I swear, if my baby were doing this as a form of "enhanced interrogation," I would've cracked and told him anything he wanted to know days ago.
Unfortunately he doesn't want information, he just wants milk and to never be put down, ever.
We've had good days and bad days, so I really don't know what to say when someone asks "How's it going with the baby so far?"
Some days I feel fine, and other days I'm so exhausted I can feel my body shutting down all nonessential functions (vocabulary, ability to count, etc.)
I'll tell you what, though, I don't trust people who say after the third baby it's no big deal to add more. It's a deal. It is definitely at least a medium-sized deal.
In a turn of events that is still sort of puzzling even to us, Phillip decided to get a new job. (We like to group all our major life changes together on the calendar for maximum stress.) He signed the offer on Monday and is really excited about it. He'll even have a better commute.
The funny part is that just after he applied to this new job, he noticed that a woman on our church's email list had an address with that company. He asked if she worked there, and she replied that she did and he could call her to talk about the company if he wanted to.
Then he Googled her and it turns out she was being modest. Not only does she work there, she's the director. We had no idea.
Since I spend entirely too much time on the computer using a dining room table chair that can't be good for my posture, my dad and stepmom got me a proper desk chair for my upcoming birthday.
We were researching various kinds of office furniture and decided on this fine model:
It got really good reviews, even from this guy:
The emoji at the end of his second point really made my purchase decision for me, I think.
Did you know they make chocolate Twizzlers?
They don't really taste like chocolate. More like Cocoa Puffs. And then they've got the chewy Twizzler consistency.
So basically they're as natural as picking the cacao pods right off the tree. I think I'll be eating them for the health benefits, much like it's good for you to eat a square of unsweetened dark chocolate a day.
Our babies are always born with a lot of hair, and it's usually a little longer in the back than at the top.
At first it's not that noticeable, but eventually there always comes a day when the light hits just right and we realize the truth: our baby has a mullet.
Or, as my brother-in-law likes to call it, "business in the front, party in the back." That day has come.
We went on a walk and about a quarter mile from home, my daughter had a big visit from the bloody nose fairy. Normally that would be no problem, but I'd forgotten the cardinal rule of parenting (perhaps the cardinal rule of life) which is: never go anywhere without baby wipes.
I don't care if your kids have been out of diapers for a decade, you should still have a package of wipes in your purse or car. You just never know when you're going to need them.
Other than their intended purpose, how have YOU used baby wipes to save the day?