Naomi and Dad enjoying their first game of paddy-cake. Ish. Truth be told there was only paddy-caking happening on John’s side of things, but he rocked it with enough gusto for the both of them.

I don’t have time to write this right now. Everything that I thought was our “schedule” has completely gone out the window. Naomi used to sleep from 7-8 hours straight every night. I know, I know, INCREDIBLY lucky. I didn’t tell people because I figured they wouldn’t believe me or they’d hate me and find an opportunity to squish gum into my (washed) hair. Well, it doesn’t matter anymore because that is no longer happening. Naomi has changed things up and I haven’t caught up yet (ever?).

About two days ago she discovered she can scream. It’s kind of a gutteral (gutteral for a 3 month old) scream/yell mix. Nothing was wrong, she just thought it was fun. I thought it was fun too until she started using her newly acquired skill to express her displeasure when she was hungry/tired/bored/facing the wrong direction/wanted in, WANTED OUT of her swing. When you’re rested 99.9% of everything your baby does is cute and/or funny or at the very least completely and totally manageable. When you’re tired walking up the stairs can feel like a personal assault: Who the HELL put these stairs here and WHY IS THE UNIVERSE CONSPIRING AGAINST ME (apparently lack of sleep also makes one overly dramatic)?

I hear ridiculous things coming out of my mouth, “Okay now, Naomi. We don’t need to yell. What’s happening? How can we fix it?” I am trying to reason with an infant. Quick reality check: You can’t reason with an infant. It’s not possible. I may as well ask her to do her own laundry.

I know it’s been said, but I’m going to say it too: It is INCREDIBLE that a 10 lb ball of squeaks and fluff can completely swirl your world around in a haze of receiving blankets and miniature socks. Incredible.

And I’m off!

Age: almost 2 months