Our kid's been drinkin' the "Crazy Milk"! (Or somethin'!)
Last night started off right on schedule, or what we hoped would become our newly minted 'optimum' schedule, but quickly degenerated into "crazy-time" for Mad Max...
Carrie and I started yesterday with the breast...er, sorry...BEST of intentions. We are trying to get him to bed between 8:30 and 9 so that we can stockpile our sleep a little earlier, rather than end up exhausted and snoring away half the day on the other side of the "night" and into the morning hours.
We think the problem started because yesterday ended up being quite busy. We ran poor little Max all over the place: We dropped by IUSB to get Max all set up on my insurance and used the opportunity to make first introductions to Ilene Sheffer, Nancy Michelle and Alfred Guillaume.
Naturally, he was a hit. He gets that from his mother.
Nancy was great, as always, and led us by the hand through everything, and we have a nice picture of the two of them (her and Max, of course!) together that we'll post today. We also got some great news from Standard at the same time we were in Nancy's office, so that was cool.
After that, we tried to get by the Arts office to introduce him to all the "cougars" that work there, but Max let us know that he needed a short detour by my office for a diaper change and a feeding...
Trouble!
The diaper change started normally, except we forgot one critical part of the routine: His peepee towel was not in its proper place on his free-range--peepee. The result was the fountain of youth spray all over baby, and baby's daddy's left hand. (Well, it was the only thing available, folks.)
Well, wouldn't you know it, we forgot to pack an extra outfit. Thus, our little Max found himself wearing his Snuggle-a-sauras shorts and no T-shirt until we got home, hours later. On the other hand, he was sporting a pretty cool Jedi-style wrap around his upper body with a soft receiving blanket that we happened to have on had on hand.
So, when we didn't get to the Arts office before 5, we did what anyone would do as a solid plan B: we went to Bonnie Doons! I got the Peppermint Flake, and Carrie got the Mint Chip and then we went down to the Mishawaka River Walk and marveled once again at what a remarkable town Mishawaka is.
They've done such a nice job with that area!
Well, by the time we got home we had one tuckered little kid. Perhaps too tuckered. We thought that he was going to be right on schedule for an 8-8:30 feeding, which would get us to bed before 10, but Max had other plans...
He went absolutely NUTS! Crying, whining, grunting, squirming, flailing, peeing, pooping...you get the idea. He was like that for close to three hours, with little breaks of sleep. You know, just enough to give you false confidence that we could get the kid in bed...only to have the whole routine repeat itself like some horrible Andrew Lloyd Weber tune...
Well, a kid like that made us think to leave his first bath for the next day and all we could do was feed him, rock him and try to put him to bed.
Press repeat...press repeat...press repeat...
This morning we're all a little worse for the wear, but the morale of the story is: BEWARE THE CRAZY MILK....
David