Niclas came downstairs this morning to congratulate me on our growing family.
"The baby? What, you just figured that out?"
"Smart-ass. No. A bird has taken up residence in one of the bird houses in the backyard."
And we both ran to the window to see. Where there was nothing to see as the bird was either in the house or out somewhere shopping for twigs. But how Spring is THAT? That is SO Spring, is what.
Something that is not so Spring: Niclas and I woke up this morning with sore throats and stuffy noses. The baby, laying perfectly still next to me, opened her mouth and screamed in the highest pitch she is capable of for one minute. Then she woke up. She does this. It's officially a "thing" of hers.
This morning when we all woke up, the bedside clock read 9:30. Yesterday when Matilda channeled a high-pitched drag-queen rooster and then woke up grinning, it was closer to 10:30. She nudges me for a snack somewhere between 4 and 5:30 in the morning, but that's pretty much it.
She's sleeping through the night, in case you missed that. She's also been angelic* the last few days. I've asked her who she is and what she's done with our daughter, "Who are you and what have you done with our daughter?" but she's not talking. She's too busy napping and nursing for food instead of comfort and sitting in our laps and smiling and NOT SCREAMING LIKE HELL. It is her fault we both woke up with head colds, but I'll take the cold medicine over earplugs any day.
*While I dislike the term, damned if it doesn't fit.
