Archive for March, 2009

Last week we set off on our first road trip. We went to Richmond at the request of our #1 Fans of the Keaton Project Blog. Vanessa and David. We had such a great time! We had dinner, signed autographs, raced strollers, compared each others gear, ranted and raved about this and that. We learned that Gabriel never cries, he really is an angel! So every time his parents would turn around I would pinch him so that he would start wailing and casually say,

“oh my, guess he isn’t such an angel.”

Ok. I’m just kidding.
It was so nice to be out. Vanessa and David were so much fun to hang out with. They laughed at my jokes. We can’t wait to come back! Thank you so much for having us!

Now it was time to head home, but we couldn’t make the whole drive home! I had to call my mom and tell her we were “stopping by”……. so that we can take a nap at her house!! It was a little awkward to drive up, put the baby in her arms, go upstairs and collapse. Thanks Mom!

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He cries. Wake up. Feed. Go back to bed.
He cries. Wake up. Feed. Go back to bed.
He cries. Wake up. Feed. Go back to bed.
This pretty much goes on through the night, until the morning. When the mornings eventually arrive Joanne and I usually share our stories of that night to coordinate Keaton’s feeding schedule and diaper changes. You see after 2 months of this the exhaustion sets in. Judgement and common sense slowly leave the room. I don’t know when Joanne gets up.. and she doesn’t know when I get up. SO it went like this:

I would get up at 2am to feed him confused as to why he woke up for no reason and he is not drinking his bottle.
Joanne already got up and fed him at 1:30am. This explains why he was not hungry.

Joanne gets up at 4am searching for empty bottles to see if I got up before she did to feed Keaton.
I got up at 3:30 to clean up a little since I am now up from him crying and picked up all the bottles.

So now we both have complete different opinions about the behavior of our baby.
I say, “I think we are on the home stretch… He slept almost the whole night woke up once because he was lonely, but he wasn’t hungry.”
Joanne says, “What are you talking about, he drank a whole bottle?”

Our stories continue to contradict each other. I swear we probably passed each other in the dark during the night and didn’t even know it. The dogs must think we are mad.

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