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Thursday, January 28, 2010
pocket dialing
happy 10-week birthday.
monday was the day
that my perfect baby
transformed into
little miss fuss.
she cried almost the
entire day.
the only thing that
stopped the crying was
to hold her.
she’s got so
much of her mom
in her.
liz’s
parents used to tell
this story about
liz
as a kid,
sitting on a swing
(more than capable of propelling herself, i think)
saying, “somebody push me!”
she wanted attention
and loved having
people around.
madeline is obviously no
different.
her cries said,
“somebody hold me!”
so i did.
almost all day.
a full day of little miss fuss
made this a tough day,
my first real moments
of baby frustration.
she finally fell
asleep at 1:30am.
was carrying a whole
bunch of stuff,
2:45am, i hear my phone
dialing a random number
due to me hitting some
random button.
(shit. i hope i’m not waking someone up).
look down at the phone.
it’s dialing
liz.
seriously.
of all the numbers
in my phone,
why the fuck did it dial
her
number.
that’s was enough
to keep me up
’til 4:30am.
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What a beautiful baby. And I thought I had it rough. Peace be with you.
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