Today I changed Jane's diaper in her room and stayed in there for a few minutes to fold some clothes and put them away. Jane was sitting in her crib playing with all of the clothes I intended to fold and making monster sounds, and I was chatting with her as I worked. Michael was asleep in the other room but the door was slightly ajar, and suddenly I heard this:
Michael: Breannnnne.
Me: Yes?
Michael: I need you to come get this baby.
Me: ... The baby is in here with me.
*rustling of the bed covers*
Michael: Are you sure?
Me: Yep, she's in my arms.
Michael (doubtfully): Okay...
As you can probably tell, Michael's graveyard shift at work has been taking a bit of a toll on him lately. He's told me before he wakes up in a panic thinking that the baby is in the covers and looking desperately for her in them. Poor Michael!
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You think he stresses over this? Wait till he's waiting up for her passed midnight when she's out on a date with some guy.
That won't be a problem because Michael is sending her to a nunnery when she turns 16. =)
Poor Michael, btw, on your last post... WOW Jane has "Gilroy" eyes!
ohhh that's so freaky. A few weeks ago I woke with a start and said to Kimball, "Where's the baby?!" Cause I was sitting up in bed... nursing! Yup, still there, right where I left him.
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