The trenches

Starting a couple weeks ago, Baybell has begun waking up late in the evening or super early in the morning. She never gets out of bed, but definitely lets us know she would if we'd let her. She yells from the bed, "Dah-dee! Dahhhh-deeeee!" or "Mah-mah! Mahhhh-mahhhhh!" in her singsong voice until one of us comes in to get her. Which we don't do.

I think when it started, she'd cough and wake herself up. Because she felt awake, she thought we should come on up and start the day. Now it's a habit. She'll wake up, yank the string on her musical butterfly (her obsession with that thing is a whole other story), yell out for us for a good 10 minutes, and then roll over and go back to sleep. Every night. Sometimes multiple times per night.

While subsequent nights are annoying, the first night was hilarious. At one point, Billy and I laid in the dark (while he played some football game on the PS2) and just listened to her. We laughed and enjoyed that the two of us are experiencing this child ... this life ... together.

We bicker and we get frustrated with each other, but when it comes to the trenches, Billy is the one person who I always want right beside me.


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