Friday night Paul and Jena came over again for a little visit. Charlotte slept the whole time. Of course later that night when we were ready for bed, Charlotte didn't want to sleep. She wanted to eat. And eat. And eat some more. Then poop. Then eat. Then poop some more. This eating and pooping really throws off a sleeping schedule. At about 2am she was up and mom was getting frustrated...not with Charlotte but with dad. Dad feels the need to have Charlotte sleep in her bassinet (on her back which is what the American Association of Pediatrics suggests). Mom of course lets Charlotte fall asleep in her arms all night. So after Charlotte would eat and fall asleep...Dad would pry her from mom's sleeping arms and put her in her bassinet. This only seemed to work for about 30 minutes...then she would be awake again crying for the boob. After the third time of attempting this...mom said, "Michael, I swear to God...if she doesn't sleep for at least three hours in her bassinet you will be sleeping alone in the guest bedroom". Well she didn't sleep three hours...more like an hour. Mom is not happy with dad. Lesson number one...always let a sleeping baby lie.
So we decided to trek out into the traffic of shoppers to hit Sam's Club for a jumbo stack of Pampers Swaddlers Newborn Diapers. Not as easy getting out of the house as you would think. Dad started the car, put the dogs in....put Charlotte in the car seat in the house....then back outside to scrape the ice off the windows of the car.....put up the mobile in the car....get the sunshades for the car......put the packages in the car to drop off at the post office. Dad turned around and here was mom trying to walk across the ice covered walkway.....Charlotte in her carseat on the porch. Mom was not happy dad was taking so long. Lesson two learned.....leaving the house with a baby is a production. Ohhh and he learned we are now on Charlotte's schedule....not dad's schedule.
Needless to say Sam's Club did NOT have the diapers. Only the larger sizes. Dad at this point was beyond frustrated. Final lesson learned...a happy mom equals a happy dad.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
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You are tired, I believe that adds up to 4 lessons. An I think there will be many more to come.
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