Woombie

So I finally got the woombie. Boy it's a lifesaver. In a sense, I don't have to wrap her, roll her and accidently wake her up because the woombie is like a nice comfy sleeping bag that I can just zip her in to when she falls asleep. So life has become just a little easier in the swaddle perspective but I kind of feel like I hear her grunt more now then before. I think she feels like she can break free from the woombie than my death swaddle. haha. Martin says I should just put her in her crib already, in her room so I don't her the fussing and grunting. I'm just a scardy cat and think I won't hear her.

And why the hell do her darn noises always wake me up with a dang headache? Every. Single. Time. I get a headache from her fussing noises. I wish she'd just either be asleep, or just wake up. No fussing in between. I can't ask for everything, right?

This morning at 4am, her daddy decided it was party time while she was up, turned on the lights and started singing to her and saying "Hi Maya Luna, Hi Maya Lunaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" And just wanting to party with her. So of course, she being a party animal, wasn't trying to go back to sleep. Shooooo, go to sleep woman! And go to sleep daddy dinosaur.

Ok, like clockwork, she's out. I'm listening to Adele peacefully which feels so weird. Can't believe thanksgiving has come and gone. Thanks to everyone who follows this blog. I hope it has been as entertaining to you, as it has been for me.