Fair Maiden of the River

We begin with a little bit of good news . . . I got sleep last night! In fact, both Mollie and I managed to catch a reasonably sufficient number of winks. How, you ask, well, I have just the mind to tell you.

We think Annaliese was eating too much. She would eat and eat and eat and you get the picture. As best we can guess, her stomach was getting so full, it’d leak a little, right back up the gullet. As soon as we laid her on her back, she’d get an influx of ABC milk (okay, you don’t chew milk, but hopefully you understand the gist). Our, well Mollie’s, solution . . . don’t feed her as much! With less to bother her sensibilities, our tightly wrapped baby-burrito found herself aside Morpheus’ fairer river.

Which reminds me of a song:

Baby burri-to.
Baby burri-to.
You’re full of love,
And kindness,
And gentleness,
And joy and poop.

So it was that we passed the night, one in the comforts of our bed, the other on the relative ease of the couch, just an arms length from any stray binky that might cry out in the night. And long ere the dawn, we had reasoned an exchange, allowing each an undisturbed rest in the still night.