We’ve had a few wintery days.
Evelyn didn’t seem to mind.
We introduced her to The Piano Guys one chilly day. Ev has decided that she is going to learn how to play the cello. (Seriously, these guys are amazing. I love their duets, except with five people, whatever that is). (And their behind the scenes videos are just as fun).
It’s our favorite bedtime book.
And we usually end with The Boat Song.
So. Tomorrow Evie will be seven weeks old. Her latest trick is what they call ‘cluster feeding’. It’s awful and it’s wonderful. She seriously eats all evening long. All evening. She actually let us eat dinner together last night. And after that peaceful picture above, she slept from ten to eleven. And then I seriously fed her from 11-12:45 with two ten minute breaks where I fell into bed only to swing myself back out at her wailing.
At 12:50, when she started crying again, I told Wes, ‘I’ve been feeding her since 11. Have at it.’
I think he got her back to sleep in 5 minutes. I might be requiring his expertise more often.
So the wonderful part of this cluster feeding? I heard her start crying in the middle of the night, rolled over and checked my phone and saw it was 5:58. This is big news people. This means that I slept five solid hours since who knows when. Before pregnancy since I got up 100 times a night to go to the bathroom.
Wes had told me his alarm clock was going off at 5:30 but when I checked, he was still in bed. (Funny how you can hear your babe in the other room but can handily tune out the dumb alarm clock). So I asked him if he would bring her to me.
‘Sure,’ he said.
Pause. Silence. No movement. His alarm went off again.
‘If you really want a par for the course, you could change her diaper,’ I said.
‘No,’ he replied, ‘that would be under par. That would be a birdie.’
I don’t know if that strikes your funny bone but it sure tickled mine at six am; how golf terminology was coming to us in the wee hours of the morning in reference to our baby. When I told Wes today he said, ‘Huh? Was there something about a birdie?’
Gosh. It still makes me laugh.
Ev definitely got a birdie, she only ate half course at 6, then slept til 9 (!) which makes me think that one day she may sleep through the night! Woot.
It’s been rich.
And I’d end with a golf pun if I could think of one.