The New Family

Monday, August 13, 2012

Oh No, the Marbles are Watching Us


WHAT a day. EJ and Liesel kept the New Family Parent’s busy for four continuous hours. EJ was especially needy. He was the definition of colic.

Around 4 p.m., the Twins let Mom and Dad know it was time for feeding, holding, and/or playing. 90 minutes later, they were still at it, the twins were insatiate. However, while Liesel began to show signs of fatigue, EJ was winding up, not down. Mom held him. Dad held him. Mom fed him. Dad fed him. They put him down. They picked him up. They put him in a swing. They put him in his car seat. They burped him. They held him in the colic hold. They strapped them on their chests and went for a walk. They bounced and strode. They fed him anti-gas medicine.They worked every trick in the book, but nothing soothed him.

EJ would appear to fall asleep on occasion only to wake up and begin screaming all over again wearying them.

Around eight, he was overtired, but at least he was finally asleep. They collapsed on the couch basking in the silence. EJ lay in the bouncer on the floor between them. They apprehensively watched him expecting to have to jump up again and start the whole soothing routine over, but the minutes ticked by without him stirring.

Each minute brought greater assurance that he had finally gone down for the night.

After twenty minutes of quiet, the magical period when the Twins almost never begin another fussing episode, Mom snuck a peek at him and said, “Oh no, the marbles are watching us.”

He was awake and ready for more.

Gotta LOVE parenthood! 

The marbles are watching Daddy.

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