Sarah is 4 months old now. 4 months. 4 months and only 3 good, full nights of sleep . . . sigh. That’s ok, it will come soon, I have to believe we are over 1/2 way and soon the bags will be gone from under my eyes. Again, that’s ok, because now she smiles at me when I’m picking her up at 2:00 a.m. (or whatever godforsaken time it is) and that makes it a little less painful. She is also become a little miss “Chatty Cathy”. Last night I tried putting her down and I could hear her in the other room, in the dark, just chammering away. Honestly, it broke my heart, she was talking to no one. Sooo, what did I do. Yep, I got up and put her in my bed because I figured at least she would be talking and someone would be in the room. Well, after an HOUR she was still chatting but was suddenly mad, guess that’s what I get for trying to be nice. So, we did the diaper change and I put her back in her bed where she yelled at me for about 10 minutes before finally drifting off, or I did and just didn’t hear her anymore. It was a long night but who needs sleep, I’m only at work. Look at this face, all is forgiven.
I’ll save Zach for “wordless Wednesday” tomorrow.
