Things went downhill yesterday, just like the roll of stones or the flow of water. Except our version of water was slightly digested and smelled like feta cheese.
I 6:40 pm last night I set about our nighttime routine.
- 8 oz bottle √
- tomorrows clothes √
- jammies √
- bath water warming up √
Then my mom called. Grace wasn’t actually in the bath yet, so we ran to see who was calling. Sorry Grams. Not answering.
Gracie gets in the bath and starts that play routine.
Phone rings again. What the ????. Not answering. It is now 6:50. People know better.
We get out of the bath, get dressed and start the bottle. Lights are off. Sleep Sheep rain is pattering. Humidifier is blowing.
7:00 phone rings again. Son of a !!!!!. Gracie sucks down the last drop of her bottle and starts looking around.
We go downstairs to make another bottle. 6oz should be more than enough. And the message light is blinking on the phone.
Back upstairs we settle back in and Gracie starts working on bottle #2. At 7:10 the phone rings again. ####. Grace looks around for a second but is getting sleepy.
Two seconds later my cell phone starts to ring. The dog barks. Gracie sits up in my lap. #### #### ####!
She settles back down quickly, entire bottle gone, and I rock her to sleep.
I am amazed that she drank a new record amount of 14 oz in one sitting and am thinking about how I have to call Matt to announce this big news, once I yell at all the people who have been calling.
We get up and as I stand Gracie opens her eyes and smiles at me.
Then she gives me the look. Uh Oh.
Yack. All over my neck, shirt, pants. We start to move towards the bathroom.
Yack. All over the hall carpet. We take the final steps into the bathroom.
Yack. All over the mirror and sink.
I sit her on the counter with her feet in the sink.
Yack. All over her footie pajamas.
I strip off all our clothes and wipe down my shaking baby. I curse and kick at Lil’ Rick, who is in the process of eating the carpet yack.
Once in new jammies, Gracie fell asleep quickly. I on the other hand, had the joys of parenting to attend to.
And a lot of phone calls to return.