I can't believe Carly and I are five weeks into the rest of our lives. Noah has brought with him a whole new normal. I borrow the words of Amy Poehler (of SNL and Baby Mama) when she said, "sleep is out for 2009. Tired is the new black." Even as I write this, Carly is in bed getting in her hour to three-hours of sleep (I call that a nap) before Noah wakes up and is ready to be fed.
Although I can't do the feeding, I am getting pretty good at changing diapers at 4 AM as well as getting him back to sleep. Instead of trying to sing lullabies and nursery rimes with words I could not remember anyway, I have been steadily getting him used to "Take Me Out to the Ball Game." Of course, my version replaces "the home team" with "the Angels." I might have moved out of California, but I still bleed Angel-red.
Although I can't do the feeding, I am getting pretty good at changing diapers at 4 AM as well as getting him back to sleep. Instead of trying to sing lullabies and nursery rimes with words I could not remember anyway, I have been steadily getting him used to "Take Me Out to the Ball Game." Of course, my version replaces "the home team" with "the Angels." I might have moved out of California, but I still bleed Angel-red.
