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What day is it and does everyone have clean underwear?

November 9, 2011

I have just almost recovered from the worst week of sleep deprivation that I have had thus far. I have an amazing husband that understands sleep deprivation and has gone above and beyond to help prevent it, but he doesn’t lactate so his helpfulness is limited at 3:30 in the morning. I have been somewhat hormonal and have lashed out at him once and broken down into tears once. This is going so much better than the first time. I will credit that with a few things: I know better what to expect, Chris knows better what to expect and what my limitations are, and Tenzing pumps mello yellow through his veins.

Seriously, this kid is laid back and I have to figure out how to get through to him that his mello will not fly in this house. We are type A. We wrote the book on type A. His sister, literally, emerged from the womb type A. Wikipedia posted photos of us as a family under the description of type A.

He cries when he is hungry. Period. That is all. Everyone that has been in my house since I was delivered of him has remarked that he is so quiet that you could forget he was there. I will teach you, Grasshopper. You will have to find your voice around this house. We may not be screamers, but we are assertive and opinionated, and bossy. All of us, your daddy included. So maybe you will be the strong silent type. The still waters that run deep. I can learn from you. I can learn how to relate to you. I can learn how to parent you.

And maybe, you will turn two and all this mello will come to a screeching halt. I will accept that also.

Until that day comes, I will do my very best not to forget you are around, but if you keep waking me up at 3:30 and 4:30, and 5:30, all bets are off!

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