Wednesday, August 27, 2008

How about that Hillary speech, huh?

Apparently being 8 months old takes a lot out of a baby because my son, the one who didn't close his eyes for the first four months of his life, slept until 6:45 am. I hauled myself up at the usual time (4:58 am) to get his bottle ready and appease the hungry cats, and then I waited...

6:15. Still sleeping.

I did the dishes. (Still sleeping.) Changed the cat litter. (Still sleeping.) Made coffee, fed the cats, made the bed, grappled with my contacts, checked out Hillary's speech, and fixed some toast. (Still sleeping.) I checked on him to make sure he was still breathing. (STILL SLEEPING!) I danced around - quietly - drunk with excitement. 12 hours! 12 hours! I really wanted to go back to sleep but I was afraid that as soon as my head hit the pillow it would serve as an instantaneous baby-waking device so instead I just wandered around the apartment grinning a lot. And then my husband said something so shocking, so evil and insane, I began to question his place in my life.

"I think we should get him up."

Matt's opinion is that nobody needs more than 12 hours of sleep. I believe that unless there's a fire you let sleeping babies lie. Eventually we compromised and opened Will's door (I may have emptied the diaper pail a little louder than necessary) and he popped right up, happy as a clam. (Who wouldn't be after 12 hours of sleep?) I keep reminding myself that this is just temporary and to enjoy it while it lasts. TRUST ME, I will.

Speaking of enjoying while it lasts, let me just take a moment to mourn the clothes that Will will never wear. I spent the morning digging out Fall weather gear and came across some baby stuff that I'd tucked away until Will was big enough. Unfortunately he seems to have skipped right past the 6-12 monthers and gone straight to 12-18, which means I'm rolling around in a heap of adorable, unworn stuff. Do I keep it in case have another and take up precious storage space or pass it on, knowing that the chances are slim that there'll be more? (But what if?) If we had a basement that'd be one thing but we live in the kind of place where if I buy a new article of clothing something must be donated in its place. Seriously. Space is at a premium, peeps. BUT THERE ARE BUNNY SLIPPERS! Ittybitty socks! Perhaps a few dresses! (I wasn't sure what I was having but if you think that stopped the shop, you don't know me a'tall.) I've tried to narrow it down to just a few favorites but it's hard - the "just-in-cases" keep calling me.

Maybe I'll take pictures and post a tribute to time marching on...


Elizabeth said...

Ah, the first 12 hour sleep. What a great moment that was!
We had so many unworn clothes. At first I saved EVERYTHING, but when we moved to our teeny little house, I went through and got rid of all the extraneous stuff. Nothing super cute - just extra onesies and such, and donated it all to my friend who is having a baby this fall. It was a lot easier to get rid of when I thought of it going to her. Also, let's be honest and say that I STILL have about ten bins full of clothes and could outfit triplets, so the sacrifice was minor at best.
We plan on having more kids - but even if you don't, I would save some stuff. The clothes we got from my MIL that my husband wore when he was a baby are my very favorite things.

Woman with a Hatchet said...

Let sleeping babies lie! Do not disturb sleeping babies! EVER!

Now I guess I have to go watch Hillary's speech.

Oh and you could send your cute 6-12 mo clothes to,,,me!

pursuedbyabear said...

NEVER WAKE A SLEEPING BABY!!! Ever. Are you insane? Never.

And Hillary Rocked.

Missy said...

I will have to respectfully disagree with your husband, and in addition offer my professional opinion that he has lost his mind.

Mind you the loss is likely due to sleep deprivation...