October 31, 2014

Okay…  The title is too much, but that’s about where I am at 4:30am this morning.  The sweat and squirminess in the bed made it a tad uncomfortable, so we had to come up with an alternative arrangement for the wee hours of the morning.  “Wee!”  That’s another word I could have used in the title.  Oh well.  We all fail.

Here’s a pic totally unrelated to the post because I know you all read it for the pics of Selah June anyway.

This is about how we all felt last night.  In this picture, she’s a good version of milk drunk.  But last night, she was not a good version of milk drunk.  She’s one of those, I guess.  You never know how the fourth ounce is gonna go.  🙂

We tried just about everything we could think of…  We did our bath routine.  We did the pacifier.  We did bottles and burping and bouncing and begging.  (I’m just all about some alliteration this morning! — punchy probably)  We did the hand off: Jeremy for 30, Jocelyn for 30, Jeremy for 30, Jocelyn for 30.  We did singing.  We changed outfits.

Maybe she’s hot!

Maybe she’s cold…

Maybe she’s just little.

Maybe we’re just old.

(There’s no maybe about it.)

Through all this fussiness, we still had a night to remember.  This morning at about 4:00am, she was just as squirmy as could be.  I reached over and wrapped my hand around her feet.  And her whole body relaxed.  I caressed her legs, and she nestled up closer to me.  She rubbed her feet against my tummy.  I kissed her gently on the head.  We snuggled.  She farted.

It was a moment.  I’ll get up for that any morning at 4:00am.