Holy...
crap...
we...
are...
so...
tired...
Last night might have been the longest night of my life. I've always been a night owl, but this kid makes me look like an early-to-bed-early-to-rise dairy farmer. He started screaming at about 3 a.m. and didn't let up till about 9 or 10. Summer was pretty delusional, and we were both at wits' end. We kept telling each other that it's a good thing he's so cute or he'd be harder to put up with.
Sheer exhaustion wouldn't have been so bad, but we were so worried about him as well. At least everything always looks better in the morning, except our bloodshot eyes. The pediatrician at his first post-birth visit agreed: He's a healthy, strong little bugger.
Here's to convincing Ty that our sleep schedule is better than his. Or, more likely, here's to reluctantly accepting that his schedule is a foregone conclusion. I think he just burped in amusement that I figured that out...
Summer and Craig - you two are the cutest and best newly parented people on the planet. The fact that your blog is well written and clever and endearing is proof of that...and oh Ty is pretty sweet too. Congratulations on making one heckuva cute kid. Again, congrats.
ReplyDeleteBeing a genuis beyond his years (make that days) perhaps Ty's crying jag was simply his astute assessment of the Jazz's performance against the Lakers...I've seen Craig get pretty steamed over sports!
ReplyDeleteHang in there Craig
ReplyDeleteo yea i forgot to say that it's me zach
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