What am I doing up at this hour?
My wife needs to sleeps. So does Frances, so I'm wearing her in the moby typing away. The floor in the kitchen is quite cold but it's not worth the trouble to disturb Baby Fig at the present moment. So 3 whole days alone with the kids!! As I posted earlier, when it's bad, wow! Take your most stressful work related event and add your kids screaming to it. But as bad as it seems, it is ever so brief and rather infrequent, like 5-10 minutes a day. On the whole, I'd say things are going great!
We cook and clean. Play games and sleep. Nolan is turning into a sweet and smart little man. And he's one hell of a singer. Frances definitely turned the corner. Literally waiting until the last moment to take a bottle, but she takes it now like a fiend! And she's a baby now, no longer an infant. She coos and giggles, smiles and blows bubbles. She's really good for me, she only gets stinky when she's hungry or tired, piece of cake, right? I think she takes it easy on me because I don't make mommy milk. I can see her little mind working away, "No point being fussy with Dad, he doesn't have boobs."
I really enjoy being home with the kids. We're getting into our routines and Nolan usually stays off the counters and only chases Arnie occasionally. And it must be said that Arnie is very, very, very tolerant (in his own, Arnie-way) with Nolan. It's pretty cold here, so I have yet to venture out with the 2+dog, but it's going to happen.
Ok, it's almost 1. I have to be up in 4.75 hours to walk the dog. Oh and Nolans up!