Thursday, April 11, 2013

It's Been Three Minutes

Tonight, daddy had the adventure of watching the baby all alone. Mommy was co-chair for some really cool science event thing over at the school and had to be at the dinner/event all night. It's 9:17 and she's not home quite yet.

9:17. A few minutes ago it was 9:13. At 9:13 I put Lois to bed. She had her bath at 7:30, a bottle, and some cuddle-time with daddy but then it was well past her bedtime and so I picked her up, kissed her goodnight, and put her in her crib.

It's 9:18 now. Only 5 minutes of crying. Only 5 minutes. May as well say "only a bear attack." This little girl is ripping my heart out with her crying but I have to be strong. She's fine, not hurt at all, and needs to go to sleep. She's probably even over-tired and just needs sleep, which is why she's crying.

It's 9:20 now. 7 minutes. I should go rescue her. That would be the right thing to do. Right?


EDIT: 34 minutes later, the baby sleeps.

She says it is and she's cute, so it must be true.

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