Staying up all night!

Well, I've been getting a taste of Carrie's life the last few days as she hasn't been feeling well so I've attempted to take over "mommy" duties in the middle of the night. I'll be honest - crashing and burning might be too nice of a way to describe my mommy skill set. I think it's good we have two parents (male/female) in this household because the experience has made it crystal clear that a mommy I am not.

I (read she) decided I would take the 2:30 am feeding on Saturday night. That lasted until about 5 am when junior decided he was finally ready to retire after that marathon of a feeding. "But Dad, I just want to play all night." That's sweet, now go to sleep! That right there pretty much cured me. I have no problem sleeping through the night while the wife gets up for several wee hour feedings. Not so fast she says. Fortunately that was Saturday night and we could "sleep in" Sunday morning. I was a zombie, which was a good thing because the Badgers couldn't buy a hoop in their elimination game on Sunday. This left the swear jar relatively free of my loose change. I was too tired to complain, rant and scream as I do so well during games. But, wait there's more. I woke up last night at 4:30 to find an exhausted wife throwing in the towel. What's that noise? Oh, our son wanting someone, anyone to pick him up. Lucky? Um, hello? You cost us a lot of money and provide minimal babysitting. Nothing. That dog is so lucky (pun intended) he doesn't find himself at the pound. I guess that's my cue. Ya, never made it back to bed after arriving at the crib at 4:30. So the work week started a few hours before dawn. We are going through coffee like we have our own bean factory out back. Juan! Has anyone seen Juan Valdez? We're ready for another crate of coffee.

While I was up in the nursery at 4:30 am I did get to see Martha Stewart's weekend handiwork. The nursery has been deemed finished, complete with Quentin spelled out in wooden letters above the crib. The curtains have been hung, the paintings painted. Yes, Carrie painted four, count em' four paintings that match his bedding. I'm telling her to start marketing this stuff on ebay or something for extra income. The store were we bought our rocker/recliner for the nursery was selling kids' names (wooden letters) painted on a dowel for $30/letter. Yikes. I told her to make em' and sell them for $10/letter. She could quit her job for that kind of coin. At any rate it looks great so that's the pictures for today.