Late Nights, Early Mornings

It's five a.m. Emma has been up since quarter to four and is showing no signs of drowsiness. Great-Grandpa Nielsen says she has some dairy farmer in her blood. That may be but I sure didn't get it in my blood. I've never been a morning person and I never will be. I used to be a night owl. Now I just want sleep whenever I can get it.

All the animals have started having their Spring babies and I have to wonder: Why don't human babies come more ready for this world? Animal babies can walk in a matter of hours after birth. And they don't seem to have a problem nursing. It's all instinct. But for us....oh boy. It's one learning experience after another. And why can't we be like dairy cows and have some nice farmer come take the baby and raise it for us? Because then we'd have to go to the barn to be milked. Let's not think about that. But I'm thinking animals have it pretty easy. It would at least have been nice to have a pouch like a kangaroo so I could put the baby in it and actually get something done.

Out of sheer desperation I put her in her swing. I don't hear any noise so maybe she has fallen asleep. Do I dare hope? Her eyes are shut! I'm overcome with joy. Maybe I can go back to bed soon and add two more hours to the three I got earlier.

Trevor and I were talking about getting a babysitter so we could go out on a date. Our idea of a great date would be to SLEEP. All we want is eight solid hours of sleep. Is it too much to ask? Don't answer that. I don't want to hear it. Uh-oh. She's squirming. So much for impending sleep. Anyway, I think that's what I want for my birthday: eight hours of sleep. Darn, she's making some really cute noises over there. What am I going to do with her? Brad and Sus said I could call them anytime......Hmm.........

This is ridiculous. I'm going to bed whether Emma comes or not! Wish me luck.....