We’re into building forts now. It’s our new “thing.”
Actually, what “we’re into” is seeing the sunrise. Every.freaking.day. From the hours of 7:30pm to 5:30am Dee is sleeping like a champ. But come 5:30? HELLO! GOOD MORNING! PUT A BOOBIE IN MY MOUTH, MAKE THAT CRAZY SHADE THING GO BOING! AND LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED, LADY! {The entire eastern facing wall of our house is made of glass. Which is lovely on our electrical bill, but horrible for getting babies to sleep past sunrise. So Scott installed a blackout screen in Dee’s room. The girl lives for the moment when you pull the bottom of the screen and it rolls up in a single SWISH. It’s like her bugle, or her rooster or whatever might signal the beginning of your day, and she is rarin’ to go}
So we alternate. Every day, one of us graciously gets up with her to “play” and the other gets to sleep until…y’know, a non-god-forsaken hour. {By playing, I mean we’ve baby proofed the crap out of her bedroom, and we go in there with her and lay on the floor pretending to catch a few more winks until she finally beats us into submission and playtime commences.} And the other day when “playtime” included a game of ‘peek-a-boo’ in which I momentarily tossed a blanket over Dee’s head and asked her “Where’s Deedee?” she discovered her love of being under things. So now, we build forts. And when Scott groggily wanders in to relieve me, with his own chorus of “where’s deedee?” she giggles wildly (and very un-sneakily) until he “finds” us. Or sometimes, she can’t stand the anticipation and “surprises” him first.
Feed Me Seymour
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