Our Kids

The girls were beat last night so were primed for giving their parents a good night’s sleep… Lela slept from 9pm to 2am to 7am and Piper pulled a 9pm to 4am to 7am sleep. Ahh… the more hours in a row the better!

Mystique took Lela’s 2am feeding (I make snoring sounds to pretend I’m asleep) and I took Piper’s 4am feeding. I thought I was all set, though… Piper was barely making a peep when I got in there so I thought I could afford the luxury of changing her while her meal heated up.

That plan was going great until I sat her down to start feeding. She would not eat at all… she take the nipple for just a few slurps, and start crying. I thought I had messed up the heating (Piper’s a bit picky with the temperature of her meal), so I popped a pacifier in and heated her milk up a bit more.

Didn’t help one bit. She tried a couple sucks, then started crying. Remember that it’s 4am so my mind isn’t clicking on all cylinders (a beer short of a six-pack, elevator not going to the top of the building, a few clowns short of a circus, etc…). So I heated up the bottle some more, all the while “shh-shh-sh’ing” and dancing with her so she wouldn’t wake up Lela.

No help there. I couldn’t figure out what was going on… Piper’s never this picky. By now she was getting pretty ticked off… I was also secretly hoping Mystique was curious about what the heck was going on and would come in and bail me out. But alas, I think she did that once when I was changing Piper at 3am a while ago and I either gave her a dirty look or said something stupid (but sounded funny at 3am) and she’s stopped checking in on me. Serves me right!

I finally decided to try the other bottle we had upstairs for Piper, but on a whim I figured I’d swap out nipples. Once I did that I think I actually heard Piper say “Oh my gosh, FINALLY” and she proceeded to chow down on a delicious meal of milk. When she was done I went downstairs to get a replacement nipple (after almost killing myself by tripping on a box someone had put on the stairs) and I noticed that the nipple was actually clogged… nothing would come out. Well no wonder Piper was getting mad.

Moral of the story… check the nip and trust your daughter… she knows what’s going on.

In other news… my parents are in town and tomorrow my aunt and cousin will be in town visiting us. I’m pretty jazzed about that… I haven’t seen them in years and it’s just great that they can come out and meet the girls and Mystique. All is well in Bozeman.

And finally… my brother was at work talking to a customer who was driving him nuts. A friend of his sent him this picture which immediately made him laugh and smile. Look at that — the girls are already helping out and they’re barely five months old.