It’s Saturday morning and I expect to be interrupted by the sounds of Fionnuala waking up from her nap any moment now. Moira is watching her beloved Winnie-the-Pooh and the Mister is on his computer and things are blissfully quiet except for the sounds of The Beatles and the clacking of my keyboard.
Last night I thought about “sleep training” Fionnuala and as I woke up at midnight to nurse her and then again at 5 a.m. and the Mister rolled over and asked if I wanted him to reset her I said “no, cialis I’ll just go nurse her and then maybe I can get another hour or so of sleep.” Do you see how that works? Sleep training has already happened because I am very well trained. I’m going to bed really early these days.
It has been almost 10-months since this little one joined our family. She is loud and demanding and I have nicknamed her the Energizer Baby. When she wants to eat she crawls to her highchair and starts yelling at me. Last night she lay on the floor sobbing because I had the audacity to walk down the hallway without her and even though she could see me at the end of the hall she lay there like her heart was broken. Mostly though she is all giggles and smiles for us. I am in love.
This week we planted: two pear trees, three cherry bushes, two Saskatoon bushes and a Weeping Norway Spruce. My dream of turning the yard into an orchard (on a very small scale) is slowly coming to fruition (ha ha!). And now Moira is crawling all over me and Fionnuala is squawking from her crib and the steady down pour of rain means that we might make a trip to Ikea to do something about the shoe problem at the backdoor.