We are trying to drop the middle of the night feeding Peanut picked up about eight months ago. Last night was the first go of it and after an hour (or more?) of listening to her cry off and on, I finally gave up and asked Lucas to get her for me so I could feed her.
This was the conversation after:
Me: They should invent a boob that you can strap on the crib that keeps milk at the right temperature. You know, like a hamster's water bottle.
Lucas: I already thought of that idea. It's mine.
Me: No you didn't. I just thought of it. You can't steal it. Better yet, they should invent a boob so that YOU have to get up and feed her in the middle of the night.
Lucas: (grumbling)
Me: You know what? You ARE a boob.
Lucas: I'm all man.
We are a deep, deep couple.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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You haven't seen Meet the Fockers, have you?
Yes! I totally forgot about that. Haha, thanks, Sharyn. I should look that up and see how much one of those run :)
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