9 months, 3 weeks & 1 day into Daddyhood
…has started dragging herself into a sitting position in the middle of the night, then crying most pitifully, because she can’t then figure out how to lie down again, until one of us goes in and finds her sitting, with a most pitiful look on her face, in the corner of her cot… thus instantly dissolving the feelings of exhaustion-induced frustration and replacing them with guilt… until she does it again!
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…but thankfully last night was a sleep-through night!

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May 8, 2009 at 4:28 pm
flandrumhill
She…
Your title and post reminded me of a song by Charles Aznavour called ‘She.’ The last stanza especially…
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and rainy years
Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is
She, she, she
May 12, 2009 at 11:40 am
pepsoid
Absolutely!
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