thursday night was rough. parker fell asleep on me…hurrah! this is, indeed, his favorite place to fall asleep. “yes! the child is asleep! now i can get to the laundry!” “not so fast, my fine friend. the child is asleep on you and will wake up if you attempt a move! don’t you do it!” he’s got like spidey-senses and can tell that i’ve moved him or that i’m not right next to him even without opening his eyes. how does he do it?! so, i attempted a move nevertheless, and he awoke. and did not want to go back to sleep. then, we had the 16-year old getting a good, much needed talking-to (and i swear, babies know when there is unrest in the house) by his dad, parker was like, “nah. i’m not goin’ down and you can’t make me. i want to hear what all this is about.” so, in my infinite wisdom, i decided to walk him outside. it was 11 pm and sort of chilly so i zipped him inside my jacket chest to chest. he fell asleep, finally, but then i realized i’d zipped his onesie into the zipper of my jacket (not his skin people, not his skin!). it didn’t come loose without some working it by steve and by then parker was back awake and his onesie had a big hole in it (see the picture?). it was laughable but sometimes at midnight funny things aren’t so funny. so then dad is walking parker, mom is laying down (and is it just me moms, but even when dad is walking the babe i really can’t rest till i know parker’s sleeping too?) and people are startin’ to get irritable. irritable, i said! and let me tell you, nothing good can come of conversations that happen post midnight when there’s a newborn in the house. nothing good. so, mom is mad at dad, dad’s mad at mom, 16-year old is mad at everyone, and parker’s like, “hey guys, just keep walking. just keep walking.“
moral of the story? just keep walking. oh, and careful with zippers and excess onesie fabric.
spidey-senses. hysterical.
been there. for real. minus the 16 year old.
Post-midnight conversations 101. I took that course too!!!
And yes, I know all about not being able to sleep until Mike comes to bed and tells me the baby is down…I keep having that "he's not doing it right" feeling.
Control freak.
Never commented. 🙂 after all the touching posts I've almost commented on I don't know why I am now taking thetime to tell u my mom zipped my skin in my onsie when I was little. I still have a spot on my chest that won't tan! I have always been a super careful onesie zipper-er bc of that. Funny – and she's still my best friend. 🙂
love your blog
"nah. i'm not goin' down and you can't make me. i want to hear what all this is about."
Ha! And thus, I love the Hunt Family.
it sounds like the nothing-good-can-come-of-post-midnight-talks-slash-fights is not specific to just steve and i!
@sherrie, no!! thats awful but it sounds like you still turned out ok!
@elizabeth, i am totally a control freak.
@therigolosos, and the hunt fam loves you 🙂
i may not have a little babe or a 16 year old, but in my life, walking always works. i call my daily walks my moving meditation, because they always bring me back down to earth. 🙂 ps. love the new photo. so sweet. xo
i love the rundown of the hunt household. (:
Ugh, this gives me hives. We had so many of these nights and they SUUUCCK. For real.
I tried reasoning with the kid, convince him that he wanted his parents to still like each other. It would be a good thing. No go. So Jared and I pretty much decided that we hated each other at 3 in the morning and that was that.
Luckily babies are the cutest things ever. Even in the wee hours of a sleep deprived morning. Good thing baby, good thing.
There is also the "baby is screaming in the backseat" conversation. And that is basically…don't talk or you'll say something mean to each other.
Sorry you had a rough night. 🙁
Also I couldn't rest either when Drew would take care of the baby. I would have to be zombie tired to sleep. Otherwise I would just lay in bed and my crazy Mama hearing senses would hear every cry over the fan in our room and I'd keep thinking, "I'll just get up and go help."
Conversations after midnight are a fight waiting to happen. Everybody's crazy at that hour.
I think you should have made the 16 year old walk him as punishment, and you and Steve should have enjoyed a nightcap.
put a 100% organic cotton blanket in your bed between steve and you, so it will 'smell like parents'. then, after few days, put the blanket in parkers little bed, while he's sleeping, closed to him, so he could feel you there. it works 🙂
(i'm sorry for my english, i'm italians!)
oof. not so fun. 🙁
Man, juggling all you do I can't even imagine how hard it is not to get agitated and have randomly torn clothing all over. And now I want to know what the 16 year old did.
This made me laugh! But totally a bummer about his onesie!
Also I like your new blog header!
@dancing branflake, ohhh ya know, just the normal inability to be civil, that's all! 🙂
Oh no! This is so funny and so-not at the same time.
I try not to have any serious conversations with the husband past 10pm! And you're quite ambitious to even think of doing laundry at 11pm. There is no way that'd be happening here.
sheeze.. glad it wasn't skin!
oh, and let's talk about that cute header of yours. love.
sounds just like the first solid three months of my littlest one's life…hang in there girl.
oh I hate the post-midnight talks/fights… I always just want to go to sleep and know that we'll both have a brighter perspective in the morning when we're not so tired/grumpy.
I had two little brothers and I remember my mother telling me to be careful when zipping up sleeper pajamas on them not to pinch their you-know-what in the zipper! oh the adventures of little boys… so now you know, watch out for those zip-up pajamas with mr. parker!
Seriously, I turned down so many "I'll hold the baby while you nap" offers…I'm a control freak too. It is actually more stressful to listen to hubby or whoever's attempting to help DO IT ALL WRONG (at least in my imagination) than to remain sleep-deprived. 🙂
Oh, and I agree with Lady Lee, the child-crying-in-the-backseat conversations with hubby are automatic fights too. Something about an unhappy infant RUINS life, no? Sweet, cute little centers of the universe, that's what babies are!
oh how nothing good comes from post-midnight discussions when there's a baby in the house. couple that with exhaustion and frayed nerves? oh dear. not that i… um… know from experience or anything!
xx
even i know better then to have a post midnight discussion..and i am not with nor do i have a child.
everything seems to be worse past midnight!!
I applaude you … I have a sixteen year old (HARD WORK!!!!) … and I can't imagine a new born too. Loved this post 🙂
I probably would just huddle in the corner with a pint of Ben&Jerry's. And when I say would, I mean will. In a few months. Oh boyyyyy. xoxo
oh buddy…. uh huh sista…. uh huh… is all I have to say… and that i love your new header… your new title… and I love you.
we used to call them "whisper fights"! it's amazing what can come out of your mouth in a whisper at 3:00 am. not to worry my bridge – you are in GREAT company – I like to think all the good parents are doing it!
I love reading your blog. Seriously. You are an amazing story-teller. I am in a "probably gonna be a stepmom with an older future hubby" situation right now, and you make me SO EXCITED!!! HA!
So thanks for being awesome.
Lindsey
http://wanderluck.blogspot.com
I only discovered your blog today – love it. Just finished reading your love story – and it was beautiful!!
All of this prednisone I have to take is making me & the hubby have the exhausted arguments, and me have sleepless nights, all WITHOUT a baby as the positive factor! I hate it. So good that you can laugh about it all!
I think the mind of a mother never rests.. how lovely for us hahah
Everything seems worse at night, no? I totally remember that. And no, no rest until the babe is asleep! I remember that, too. Hope today was better… XO