Ummmm, you can forget about "sleeping 5 hours during the night already". (Fiona, did you curse me with a voodoo doll or something? You definately cursed me with the "rested" adjective on your blog. I have your address and I am not afraid to show up with this screamin baby at 4 am!)Isla apparently now loves the nightlife. We were up eating at 3:30am and 5:30am. But at least we slept in till 10:00am. It's like being in College all over again minus the parties, the freedom, the Waffle House and the general lack of responsibility. Now it's more like boobs, milk and poop....boobs, milk and poop...boobs, milk and poop...
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Oh no! Sorry.
On the other hand, it will get better pretty soon.
I mean, it'll feel like forever, but in reality it won't take that long. She'll learn to self-soothe, you'll learn to let her cry a little, you'll all get in a groove and it will smooth out.
In the interim, we're moving. I can't be answering the door at 4am!
i think you should sell this picture as a postcard or something...it is priceless.
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