Sleepy

Looks like we have made it through the colic of 08.

Thank.God.

Emily has been sleeping the night from about midnight to seven for the last three nights.

Thank.God.

She still has a fussy time in the afternoons, which can usually be cured by a bottle or car ride, but overall things are on the right path.

Thank you know who.

Much to my surprise I have actually enjoyed this time of my life in spite of the colic and formula woes. I guess when you reach the end of your thirties you gain perspective on the important things in life. Holding a fussy baby at three in the morning is much more important than functioning at work. Fussy babies need to be held, being coherent at work does not. There is not much you can do about any of it anyway, so you might as well enjoy the ride while you are on it.

To tell you the truth I will miss the middle of the night fussing just a little. I will miss the late night episodes of the X-Files and Northern Exposure. I will miss the moments of exasperation shared with my wife trying to figure out what we can do. I will miss the realization that sex is wonderful, but not necessary never mind, that is a realization that can wait until I am seventy.

Bottom line is I will miss the fussy time.

Just a little.

If I stop and really think about it, honestly assess my state of mind while in it, I may come to my senses and tell you different, but after seven hours of sleep one can convince oneself that it really wasn’t that bad.

Thank.God.