Day 26: July 26, 2014
Age: 10 weeks, 6 days
I'm vincent and i just got done screaming the chorus-like "HOLDIE LIKES TO MOVE HIS LEGS. MAYBE HE'LL POOP NOW, MAYBE HE WON'T" to a 10 & a 1/2 week baby while rotating his legs in a quick and mechanized fashion. I also took quick song breaks to place my nose near his crotch to sniff & check for bowel movements, the result was strictly eating my sons farts instead of discovering the much desired end to constipation.
I'm tired. Jodi's tired. I catch myself zoning out, mouth agape, traveling to unknown lands of mundane insomnia. I just watched Raccoon Nation and Moose Attack! on Netflix, shortly after, Holdie Sparkles fell asleep after a fit of cemented bowel syndrome (CBS). Parents, I'm not sure how you? we? do it? I used to sleep 8 hrs, and I'm bitching/whining when Jodi averages less than me. Screw batting averages, yards per carry, rpg, ppg, it's all about sleep per night (SPN) and ain't no one in this house swingin' for the fences. I took Holdie on an early morning stroll as Jodi slept and he woke me up at the baby butt crack of dawn gurgling & gaggaing. Naturally, we went to Starbucks as that was the only coffee institution that I carefully evaluated could fit me, Holdie, and his big mothership. we had to wait in a long line, but as Holdie has well-mannered mornings, the extent of our long line waiting resulted in smiles and a mid-sized vomit of milk breakfast. The barista was one of the ones that talks to you after you order your beverage and she said: "how's the little one?" I shifted Holdie's spacecraft and she caught a glimpse of the curdled milk oozing monster mouth and drool shirt- "oh wow." she said, yea oh wow. oh wow, another day of tired eyes, tremendous beauty, size 2 Huggies, progress and daydreams, Jodi will be back soon, pardon my commas.
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