Sleep Like a Baby

There is a disconnect between the phrase “sleep like a baby” and our actual baby. Unless the original meaning is that babies sleep lightly; fitfully; sporadically. Although I shouldn’t complain, because last night Evi slept for four hours straight! This may be the longest period of consecutive sleep I have gotten in months, although I cannot accurately calculate this, as sleep deprivation makes my already questionable math skills even shakier. And I should mention that in order for me to have gotten this much (!) sleep I had to actually go to bed when Evi did: at 8:15pm. I know, I know! I am an adult! I should have stayed up to get things done, to conquer the growing tower of unfilled boxes and unpacked belongings, to organize like only I can, to eat dinner. None of this was as appealing to me as sleep, though, and so I slept the sweet sleep of exhaustion and I have no shame for the fact that most 80 year olds probably went to bed later than I did.
And what is the deal with this baby, anyway? Why must the conditions be perfect and the stars align in order for her to sleep? She can sleep through a siren on the street but if I brush my teeth her eyes pop open like I crashed cymbals. She is hyper-mobile at all times, going so far as to flip into the air and onto her back, panting like a trained dog when I come in with a bottle. But when she wants to turn onto her belly in order to sleep, she can’t make it over and wails like a banshee unless I give her an assist, pat her back and “shush-shush” like a wild woman. I would write more but I am so tired. So, so tired.

Evi Eats Everything!

Evi has peas in her hair, squash on her arm and applesauce up her nose. Hello, solid foods! The rate of her development is astounding us; she sits up on her own and flails her arms about as if to happily display her new talent. “Watch me, parents!” We are watching, baby…we can hardly take our eyes off of you! She scoots, and the threat of crawling looms dangerously near. She popped her first teeth this week, two of them, which adds a fun new twist to the aforementioned solid foods, as she chomps down on the spoon with each new spoonful…eating takes a while around here these days.

As for the adult-like figures, we are busily (and happily, gleefully, rambunctiously!) packing our apartment in preparation for the much anticipated flee across the country. Oh, didn’t I tell you? We are moving back to the NW! Why? Bird is employed! As a PA! In Vancouver! The job pays money! And benefits! Four weeks of vacation! So many exclamation points! ‘Tis true, though, all of it. We will be packing up our scant (after a purge on Craigslist) belongings on May 27th and making an incredibly zig-zagging return to the NW via Illinois, Indiana, Tennessee and Texas. (Apparently we only know people who live in states that begin with “I’s” and “T’s”)

We will be maintaining our respective e-mail addresses and phone numbers should any of you feel inclined to call for more information. Adios, New York City!