In Which Violet Commences to Communicate Her Preferences
At five weeks, Violet is not sleeping through the night. Her bedtime is about 10 p.m., and she's waking me up between 1:30 and 2:30 a.m. This is like having a baby, only I can't take her into bed with me and nurse her back to sleep.
She wakes up hungry, and as I sleepily mix up her formula, she waits at my feet, head raised, grunting impatiently at me. Lately she has refused to eat if the formula is not FRESH and WARM and IN AN ACCEPTABLE BOWL.
If I put down food in the wrong bowl, she sniffs at it with disdain and returns to grunting at me.
Sheesh!
On the plus side, she seems to be developing a sense of style. She was playing with a string of Mardi Gras beads, and I took that as an invitation to double up the strand and arrange it around her neck. She looked very fashionable, and I felt a strange sense of pride. My little girl! She's on her way to becoming a society sow!
At five weeks, Violet is not sleeping through the night. Her bedtime is about 10 p.m., and she's waking me up between 1:30 and 2:30 a.m. This is like having a baby, only I can't take her into bed with me and nurse her back to sleep.
She wakes up hungry, and as I sleepily mix up her formula, she waits at my feet, head raised, grunting impatiently at me. Lately she has refused to eat if the formula is not FRESH and WARM and IN AN ACCEPTABLE BOWL.
If I put down food in the wrong bowl, she sniffs at it with disdain and returns to grunting at me.
Sheesh!
On the plus side, she seems to be developing a sense of style. She was playing with a string of Mardi Gras beads, and I took that as an invitation to double up the strand and arrange it around her neck. She looked very fashionable, and I felt a strange sense of pride. My little girl! She's on her way to becoming a society sow!
