Progress.

Babies are dumb. I do not mean that as a slam on my children, nor on the current and future idiots of my friends. I mean it as an empirical and indisputable statement of fact.

Evidence:
The need rest in order to get a good nights sleep. What. The. Shit?

Abby has started to read a book about how to get babies to sleep. I had been operating under the false assumption that children functioned like milk powered robots. They Expend all energy is the form of fussing, enter standby mode; then, when the batteries have cooled, reactivate and demand fuel for their lactose fueled tantrum.

But, as it turns out, they need a sleeping start at their rest. The crying seems to be a symptom of too little sleep, and by crying they work themselves up too much for sleep. Dumb. Then, since they're awake, they eat and eat and guzzle, then vomit. And then do this strange thing that's like vomiting, but really slow and the consistency of boogers. Yet they're happy to have a mouth full of rancid milk-slime.

Anyhow, Abby got a contiguous 7.5 hours of sleep a couple nights ago. We have the girls split up in two little bassinets, one on either side of the bed. The idea is that if your baby sleeps, you get to sleep. At this point it beats trying to keep them on a schedule, because waking up a baby and jamming a spout of boob-juice in their cry-hole does not endear them to anything. The conversation, upon waking went like this:

Abby: Wha..*gurggle*
Des: oh baby, oh baby. You light my fire.
A: Are the babies alright?
D: I think so, Why?
A: I feel fantastic.
D: And that's bad, why?
A: I feel like singing, and the world has color. I... I don't know if I can go back... What do I do?
D: Let's start with feeding the baby.
A: Oh, right! I had almost forgotten.
D: Yeah, you were out. Like a breathing rock. Or a very attractive hibernating bear.





They hibernate so adorably. Not that I watch them sleep or anything. I was acquitted on all counts.











A: Did you take care of [Baby Jungle-Juice] for me, to let me sleep?
D: No, she slept right on her own...... Wait, No, Yeah; I daringly took care of her while you rested. That's totally what happened.
A: Oh god my boobs hurt.
D: Do you need them massaged?
A: No, silly-willy. I haven't made a withdrawal at the mammary store in too long.
D: So... No boob touching?
A: No.
D: OK, offer stands.
A: Appreciated, but unnecessary.

But back to the subject of dumb babies. After some reflection, I don't think they are really all that stupid, I'll hope that judgment for when they're 16 and bring home a boy named "Chud." On the plus side, by the time that happens, I'll be a well established member of society, and he'll be a tattooed punk that no court would believe over me.