A Prisoner of All Things

I most certainly don't know where she gets it from (ahem), but Mila is such a night owl. She hates mornings with a fiery passion and thrives in the space between sundown and sunrise. She can be about to fall over from exhaustion at 7:00, but girlfriend wants to throw a party once 9:00 rolls around.

Like I said, I have no idea where she gets it from. Ahem.

It all makes bedtime very interesting.

Tonight we achieved a new level of "interesting," in no small part because the child who I SWEAR was asleep when I laid her down, sprung up, yelled "HOORAY!" and then proceeded to party in her crib. She was perfectly content with her party of one, except that she insisted that I be a spectator. I tried to leave her room three times and let her be at peace with herself, but she was having none of that. I believe her exact words were, "You. Woman. Sit. NOOOOOOW."

So I sat.

And waited.

I waited as she threw all sorts of fun stuff out of her crib. I waited as she collected four pacifiers and carefully studied them to determine which one she likes best. I waited as I waited as I waited. I did all of the waiting.

Mila tried to destroy her hot air balloons. She threw her blanket out of the crib. She screamed to have her blanket returned to her crib. She did a little dance. She studied the light on the ceiling.

An hour passed by and she just kept partying. The only time she complained was when something "fell" out of her crib. "Whoops!" she said as she shoved it out.

Mmmhmmm.

She also complained when I tried to leave. So, I sat in the chair.

Just when I thought I couldn't possibly be more of a prisoner in my own house, Max showed up.

He was like, "Yo, you put that thing in a cage. I think maybe I approve."

So he stayed.

And he stayed.

And he stayed.

Max would have stayed there for hours, happily purring as the Tiny Human served his every need. He didn't, though, because apparently cats don't find it particularly sweet when babies shove pacifiers in their mouths.

Who knew?

So now I need to take a roll of duct tape up to Mila's room. If you're wondering whether the duct tape is for the baby or the cat, you go ahead an try to figure that out. I'll wait.

Comments

[Linda]

I usually view your site on my work computer and even though the pictures are just little red x’s, I still get the gist of it. I think with today’s post I’m going to have to sacrifice some data to see these pictures!

[ann]

That is too adorable!

[hello haha narf]

max doesn't like a paci? who knew?