Howdy all. Yea, we pronounce "howdy" 'cause E. is in Texas at the moment, doing Texas-y things like dancing the two-step and drinking wine. Can't wait for the full story on that.
Meanwhile, back at my ranch - actually a farmhouse, but whatever - we have just barely survived the infamous 6-week growth spurt. I had just started to see the light at the end of the every 3-hour night feedings tunnel (one time, I got FIVE HOURS of sleep!) when suddenly our little ray of sunshine turned into a gaping maw of WAHHHHHHUNGRY.
It started on Saturday. She slept and slept, except for two periods of delightfulness - one of which is captured on video because she was having a dance party (which will never be shown here because I was also in on the party). The FYC and I even went out to dinner. It was a pretty good day. But then Sunday. Oh how I was not prepared for Sunday. Every two hours she would scream and choke and look glassy-eyed and cry and her naps lasted 15-30 minutes. She got panda-rings under her eyes but would NOT sleep. I swear she grew out of her shirt, like the teeniest little Hulk. And then Sunday night she woke up every 3 hours on the dot. And then yesterday, oh how I almost lost my shit: cry cry cry eat, catnap for 15 minutes, cry cry cry eat. All day long. We tried the sling, the swing, the bath, the stroller. Nothing would stop her from crying except being on the boob. I was almost ready to tell the FYC to fix up a bottle of FUCKING FORMULA because I just felt like I couldn't satisfy her and didn't know what else to do. But finally...at 8:45 last night, she fell asleep. And slept until 1 am. Bliss. She woke at 4 am and 7 am to eat, and now she is sleeping like a wee angel in her wee swing. BLISS.
And as your reward for reading through all this oh-my-baby wah-wah, here is the most adorablest story of an adorable banker rescuing some adorable duck babies.
With that I wish you all a day free of spurts -