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Thank you for being cranky... ...at first.

If you weren't being cranky tonight, I wouldn't have been doing everything I know how to calm you. If I weren't doing everything I know how to calm you, I wouldn't have changed your diaper yet (before your next feeding). If I hadn't changed your diaper, I wouldn't have noticed that the dirty diaper bag was missing. If I hadn't noticed that the dirty diaper bag was missing while I had an incredibly dirty diaper in my hands, I wouldn't have gone to the garage to dispose of said incredibly dirty diaper. If I hadn't gone to the garage tonight, I wouldn't have heard a *squish* sound upon stepping onto the carpet in front of the hot water heater.

Yes, that's right. It's Christmas eve, shortly before midnight (well, it's 1:30am as I'm writing this, but it was a bit before midnight when it happened), and we've got a busted water heater. Luckily for us, Grandpa is still here and helped figure out where the problem was and how to stabalize the situation so it doesn't get any worse until we can get a new one. Have I mentioned it's Christmas?

So, now all I have to do is figure out how to make you go to sleep. You've been very cranky all night. You're acting like you're still hungry, but we've already given you what amounts to an extra feeding. You were very figgity while swaddled up tightly. I thought maybe you wanted to stretch out a bit, so I unwrapped the swaddle and just bundled you up in the blankets. That seemed to work reasonably well--

*time passes*

Alright. That was at about 1:30am, and you started screaming bloody murder because I wasn't walking around with you, and you didn't stop until about 5:30am. Your mother, bless her heart, took over after 5:30 and let me sleep... ...until 8:30. And, of course, you slept that whole time. /me rolls his eyes...

Anyway. The imporant part of this post is: Even through all that, even though I'm now partially deaf in my left ear, even though I'm running on 3 hours of sleep and a stiff cup of tea, all you have to do is smile (ok, I admit, it's probably a gas face), or look into my eyes, or doze off to sleep just a bit, and it's all ok again. The sleepless hours of walking around shushing you and singing to you go away and it all becomes worth it again. It's amazing how biology works like that. I love you, babygirl. :)

Zoe's Lullaby:
Go to sleep baby Zoe girl.
Go to sleep.

Go to sleep little baby girl.
Go to sleep.

It's 4:30am, you're still awake
I don't know how much more of this I can take

Go to sleep baby Zoe girl.
Go to sleep.


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