This blog is dangerous. It is being monitored by some sort of Evil Fairy Blogmother. Basically, it seems like if I make a particularly celebratory posting, of if I emphasize something that has become a pattern, or if I declare victory over a problem...the Universe smacks us down shortly thereafter.
Specific examples include:
1) an overjoyed post right after the Superbowl, followed immediately by X getting his very first fever-filled illness.
2) a statement that the brown one was "recovering nicely" from his back ailment, followed by emergency (and major) surgery four days later.
3) a post celebrating X's pattern of sleeping through the night every night, followed by a tragic admission that all bets were off again.
There are others, but I've made my point.
The latest heartbreaker appeared to follow my announcement of a proposed day care drop-off/pickup schedule, carefully calculated to maximize my evening time with a baby who went to sleep at 8:30 each night (something he had been doing for SEVERAL WEEKS prior to that). This Wednesday, X made it very clear that he wanted to go to sleep at 8. On Thursday, he made it very clear that he was tired at 7:30. Yesterday, all signs pointed to his wanting to sleep at 6:30.... You can see where this was headed.
Therefore, I curse you, Evil Fairy Blogmother. And it's just as well that our copious time in the blogosphere is about to be severely curtailed. It appears that nothing is safe from the Universe's wrath!!!
I won't even say what time X went to sleep tonight, lest the Universe decide to come up with a new scheme...
Finally, I leave you with a demonstration of what happens if you blow gently on a baby's forehead. It's probably a little mean,* but it's also hilarious.**
* No babies were harmed in the making of this film. And then Dad made me stop doing it.
** In my defense, it's SO CUTE. (Fine, fine, I will stop).
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