The New Form of Communication

What I am learning with every passing day, is that the more sleep matilda gets, the better and more she will keep sleeping.

So I am on a vigilant war path to ensure she gets every possible minute of sleep she will take.

Exhibit A:

I hung out at my neighbor's house on Sunday who kindly let me squat in her air conditioning since ours was broke and it was disgusting outside. Fast forward to Matilda falling asleep in my arms, over my shoulder and her napping for about 1.5 hours--while my bicep is shaking and Sina and I exchange very soft whispered conversation that whole time. I think I am going to have one really large bicep and one tiny one by the end of this newborn stage.

Exhibit B:

Nate stays home from work on Monday. I get Matilda to sleep and am so petrified of her waking up (because her morning snoozes were lackluster at best) that I refuse to talk to him. So he sits at the kitchen table to do his school paper and we communicate via text message. Yup. Text Message. Even though we were approximately 12 feet away from each other.

I know I need to get better about putting her down to sleep. But if she falls asleep in my arms or on me, I would rather sit and watch paint dry for 4 hours if it meant she would sleep. And with each nap that that happens during, I become more and more accepting of the fact that I can't and won't get anything done. Well, maybe becoming very acquainted with every scratch, nick and dent in our walls. But other than that, nothing.