Today was a long, long day. And I’m hoping that it can be officially over very soon. Sophie has gone to bed, but is still fussing now and then so I’m waiting for my turn to crash for a little bit longer. I woke up feeling like I got hit with a truck. A big, ugly, gas-guzzling truck with a gun rack on the back window. I can’t be sick again. I had a cold a few weeks ago and I feel like I just got over it. Plus, it’s hard to avoid the spreading of germs to your baby when she’s attached to you for at least 3/4 of the day, and a sick baby is no fun at all.
At one point we were all laying down (myself, Ella, Sophie, and of course, Porter) having some Tummy Time together. Sophie hates Tummy Time, so I like to get down there with her and try to distract her from the horror of Not Being Held. I was so exhausted that I was taking some pretty long blinks in between encouraging words. And then, all of a sudden – Plop. She rolled over.
She rolled over! Granted, tummy to back is easier than the other way around, but – she rolled over! High fives all around, and then Ella showed us how she could roll over too. More high fives. Mom’s turn. Porter refused to join in – such a party-pooper. Of course, 30 seconds later, Sophie realized no one was touching her and started screaming. And then Ella joined in, and this time, Porter did too. No more high fives – just eye twitching.
Luckily, Tom is wonderful and made dinner, followed by cake and home-made pistachio icecream. And Ella’s refusal to sleep during nap time today at least got me 2 whole minutes of tired snuggling before she realized what was happening and ran away to do something BY MYSELF! Now all I need is some sleep. More than 4 continuous hours would be ideal, but I’ll take what I can get.