We had a cliche new year’s eve party. I’ll admit, when I first heard about it, I was like really? It amazingly fit the lovely gentlemen who were planning the party. Chuckle. And then ten minutes later, Wes and I were visiting and every other paragraph we were like, ‘heh heh, cliche!’
So Wes loaded up his friends guns, and carried a teddy bear. (Loaded for bear). I carried some horses around. (Hold your horses). And Ev was going to wear her musical onesie and be breaking into song. But it was too big. So she was going to wear a bird onesie. And be free as a bird. But then I was like, ‘oh it’s a party! She should wear a dress!’ And had way to much fun dressing her up and then decided I need to match her.
Speaking of nights, right before Ev was to turn 8 weeks old, I told her, ‘hey Ev? I’ve heard that sometimes, 8 week old babies sleep through the night. What do you think about that?’
She told me she would see what she could do about it.
So since then she’s been averaging 6-7 hours. It’s been miraculous. And I was told, ‘do NOT gloat! Because it will change in a moment!’
I asked if I could rejoice. Rejoicing is ok.
Ev’s ten weeks old today, goes in for a check up next week. I’m curious to know how she’ll tip the scales. We like to call her chubs.
Alrighty, signing off for now.
Love to you and yours.