Wednesday, November 18, 2009

His tooty pants are on

First: my blog yesterday didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. I was blogging at the end of a long day and Bill was trying to get the baby down but the baby was fussing up a storm. I meant to add in stuff about how much Bill handles around the house and how he is so confident with the baby but all that came out was "my husband is a big buffoon who can't keep a kitchen clean." I rarely take back a blog post but I probably should have reworked the one I wrote yesterday. Someday I'll write about the "where to buy mustard theory" which will explain how I drive Bill nuts.

Hey, so do you know what a baby that is gassy sounds like? WAH WAAAAHHHH toot tooot WAAAAHHHHH! Our child burps like a frat boy and toots like an old man. We didn't get a lot of peace and quiet today so I'm going to head off to bed now. I COULD REALLY USE A TALL GLASS OF BEER AND 8 CONSECUTIVE HOURS OF SLEEP. I'm just saying.


D said...

Have the beer! Have a few!!! Oh wait. Not allowed because of the feeding, right? Stupid boob feeding.

Robyn said...

I'm starting to give up on ever getting good sleep again. Even though Quinn only wakes up once a night now, I still only get 4-5 hours continuous. Hang in there!