Go to Sleep, Little Dwarfling03.23.2011
You are incredibly adorable when you sleep. The way you can seem to get comfortable in any position, no matter how uncomfortable that it may look to someone who has never mastered the cat-like ability to sleep while upside-down.
You make all sorts of funny faces when you sleep, and do this weird eyes-rolling-into-the-back-of-your-head thing that is incredibly cute at the same time as being completely disturbing.
You snore. You whimper. You flail your arms. I’d love to know what you’re dreaming, but given your experiences to this point, it probably has something to do with boobs.
I wish you would sleep more often.
And I wish it wasn’t required that I hold you while you do it.
Don’t get me wrong, I love you and I love holding you. But damn, girl, it’s hard to do everything one-handed. I’m coping well enough with eating and drinking. Typing or playing on the computer is really hard. Trying to take apart a computer or do any other chores is utterly impossible.
Also, what’s with not letting me sit down while holding you? It seems that you need to be in motion all the time, and even sitting and rocking in a chair isn’t good enough, no, you need to be moving. Do you have some pressing appointment or somewhere you need to be?
You were so great in the first while, but now that you’ve been around for five weeks a crib just doesn’t cut it anymore for you. No, it’s much nicer in Daddy’s arms, isn’t it?
Daddy and Mommy are very tired, Teagan, darling.
Go to sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up.