Oops!

Why the title of the blog? Well, it looks like I've failed to blog for SEVERAL days (turning into weeks). The reason? Can't really say, except that not much is happening.

She's not rolling over yet. She's not walking yet (shocker). She's not talking yet (another shocker). She's not eating cheeseburgers yet (may be a shocker since she's MY kid). She does what most average babies do: eats, sleeps, poops, and cries.

Speaking of crying, this is probably the only notable thing that's happened in the last several weeks. Sunday night before last, we decided to move her into the bedroom at night. My wife and I had been taking shifts in the living room with the baby at night, and we knew we needed to move her into our bedroom eventually.

The only problem now is that she (the baby, not the wife) was a hard time getting settled at night. Almost the instant we put her down, whether in her bassinet or in her swing, she starts screaming bloody murder.

Tonight seems a little better... so far. She slept for about 30 minutes in her bassinet and then woke us up with a blood curdling, "LAAAAA!" I moved her into her swing, and she settled down. Praise Jesus! As I am typing, I just heard her cry for about 10 seconds, but she stopped. Lord Jesus, I hope she'll start sleeping through the night soon. For the record, usually by about 1:00am, she's gotten settled and sleeps pretty good until around 7:30... with the exception of the feeding in between.

Why am I up at midnight? Well, I'm glad you asked. I got a Depomedrol shot today, at least I think that's what it's called. It's like Decadron, and it's supposed to help clear up my sinuses while the antibiotics take effect. The side effect is that I can't sleep. So, here I am blogging.

Oh, this was kind of funny. We went to Meridian a couple weeks ago so family could see baby. My grandmother was holding the baby, and she said to my grandfather, "Would you like to hold her?" He said, "I don't believe." She said, "Have you ever held a baby this small?" He said, "No, I don't believe I have." She said, "Not even your own?" (technically, step-grandmother--they married when I was 4). He said, "No."

Oh, well. I just couldn't believe Grandaddy had never held a baby that small. I'm really glad he got to meet her, though. She never got a chance to meet Nanny and PawPaw. One day she will... One day she will.