My big fat jinxing mouth
Anyone who was at dinner with me a few nights ago might know what I am referring to.
I couldn't shut up. I know the power of the jinx -- I have finally learned you can't even mention She Who Cannot be Named after 6pm, because she will wake up as soon as the word Tessa is out of your mouth -- and yet I still couldn't stop myself. Blah blah blah, the baby's sleeping so much better since we started formula, blah blah blah blah. I may have even referred to formula as "the nectar of the gods."
I was like the woman from that Billy Joel song who had to open up her mouth and doesn't want to remember all the things she said. If that song was about a woman who has a glass of wine and starts spouting off about how well her baby is sleeping now that she's drinking formula and how great life is on a full night of rest.
You know where I'm going with this. Tessa gave us one week of sleep. Then she decided it was time to learn how to crawl. And not only that, but apparently the only window of time suitable for practicing these skils: 2:30 - 5:30 AM. I'm happy to help her learn how to crawl. I'll even conduct a crawling workshop, complete with PowerPoint presentations and live baby crawling demos, but only during daylight hours.
Oh, and I think she's getting her first teeth. It's okay - I'm more comfortable with my cranky overtired persona. If I started sleeping more, people might expect me to be cheerier.
I couldn't shut up. I know the power of the jinx -- I have finally learned you can't even mention She Who Cannot be Named after 6pm, because she will wake up as soon as the word Tessa is out of your mouth -- and yet I still couldn't stop myself. Blah blah blah, the baby's sleeping so much better since we started formula, blah blah blah blah. I may have even referred to formula as "the nectar of the gods."
I was like the woman from that Billy Joel song who had to open up her mouth and doesn't want to remember all the things she said. If that song was about a woman who has a glass of wine and starts spouting off about how well her baby is sleeping now that she's drinking formula and how great life is on a full night of rest.
You know where I'm going with this. Tessa gave us one week of sleep. Then she decided it was time to learn how to crawl. And not only that, but apparently the only window of time suitable for practicing these skils: 2:30 - 5:30 AM. I'm happy to help her learn how to crawl. I'll even conduct a crawling workshop, complete with PowerPoint presentations and live baby crawling demos, but only during daylight hours.
Oh, and I think she's getting her first teeth. It's okay - I'm more comfortable with my cranky overtired persona. If I started sleeping more, people might expect me to be cheerier.
