Eis didn't sleep more than a three hour stretch last night. Ugh. There was no way I could go to Zumba after that kind of sleep.
Today was pretty relaxed. Mom had tried to get me to go on a drive, but I didn't want to and luckily, she got caught up in going through the guest room closet. I got Eis to take a few naps throughout the day and take a bottle. I put up the Christmas tree and started fluffing the branches, but haven't finished.
I also helped my mom with her Goodwill/closet endeavour. She had so many things that were hideous and didn't want to get rid of, despite having never worn them or not worn them in over five years. Needless to say, my dad's ski jacket from 30 years ago is still in the hall closet... "just in case it gets cold." She tried to keep hers for that same reason, coupled with, "It's gortex," but I reminded her it has been cold and she's still not worn it because she has a hideous reversible fleece jacket.
I nursed and put Eis in her crib by 1930, while awake, but drowsy. Instead of falling asleep, she chose to play with her rubadub and the noise giraffe... for three hours. She didn't cry or fuss, but rolled from her back to her side and would put her face in the giraffe legs and pull on him with one hand, while holding rubadub either in her mouth or other hand.
Eventually, she went to sleep... after another nursing, but was up in two and a half hours. I noticed she had a dirty diaper, but when I picked her up, I felt that her back was all wet. I didn't feel a big wet spot on the sheets, but a slightly damp area. I put a burp cloth over it and commenced changing her diaper. It was when I pulled off her jammies that I realised she hadn't peed, but had a poop explosion. I changed her and put new jammies on, then I put her in the swing because I knew I couldn't (nor should she) do another night of just short naps.
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