I didn't want to publicly commit to doing the whole NaBloPoMo thing but that's what I'm trying to do.
Tonight the plan is to have Superman go in to try and quiet the baby. If I can have 4 or 5 hours of sleep I'll be in heaven. If I get six I think I'll probably live forever with all the energy I'll gain. I think she's gotten in the habit of waking up for several mid-night snacks that aren't really necessary. Superman and I both do the exact same thing when we go in to comfort her but the difference is she's actually calm and quiet after 30 seconds with Superman. Nothing I do (except nurse) will calm her. Once she sees me she remembers, oh yeah! boob! BOOOOOOB I NEED THE BOOB NOW!!! NOTHING ELSE CAN CONSOLE MEEEEEEE!!!! (And that's pretty much the the volume at which she communicates this, too.)
I am officially sick of this house. I know I'll come around and love it again but right now I find it difficult. The house isn't to blame, of course I am. We never should have started all these remodel things if we didn't have the money to carry it through to completion. However it's difficult to start any sort of remodel thing on a house this old and NOT find more to do "while you're at it." Plus, when you have a man as talented as mine it all seems relatively cheap because labor is free! Unfortunately materials are very much NOT free and I'm pretty sure we've been to Home Depot or Lowe's at least once a week for a very very long time now. I am glad that we're insulating and re-windowing, especially since we have a baby. The old flaky paint is worrisome now, especially since Kate puts everything into her mouth. I hate how un-friendly our house is to curious crawling babies right now. I feel like it's somehow putting a damper on her development, even though she gets in plenty of un-hindered crawl/stand time when I'm working and when she's in the church child care.
I've got to post this before midnight, which is in ten minutes.