Blog a la Cart

This is what the late hours of the evening tend to look like chez Cart. James, Courtland and I hanging out on our bed, enjoying her infant gurgles and googly eyes. Following this video, Courtland did indeed have a marathon sleep session. After keeping us up until 2 o’clock in the morning, she slumbered until 7:30 am. Yes, that’s a full 5.5 hours of sleep. A RECORD! Today, we’re so well-rested we don’t even know what to do with ourselves. I’m feeling ready to climb Mt. Everest, or at least tackle that growing mound of dishes in the sink.

Of note: Unlike Addison, who rarely required the tending of a burp cloth, our Poppy is quite the spit-uppy baby. We go through at least four outfits a day, of the infant and adult variety.

And this is where my mother justifies the mountains of burp cloth purchases she made for our family in preparation for Sunny’s arrival. While we did not see the necessity of such excess two years ago, we now understand. When you have a baby with a delicate stomach, you go through those bad boys at the same rate you go through diapers. As in, the rate with which most college students consume caffeinated beverages. Every hour. On the hour. Essentially the frequency with which we now do laundry. We are certainly getting our money’s worth from that washing machinery.

The biggest pain has been how often Courtland nails the bottom sheet of our bed with her stomach bile. We’ll be happily Super Manning on the mattress, and suddenly, URP!, up comes curds and whey. Yes, we always have a burp cloth and mat positioned under her head to try and avoid such calamities, but this child has the amazing ability to flop her body just so, at the very moment she engages in reverse peristalsis, undermining any proactive measures of cleanliness we’ve put into place.

While for a household that is properly equipped with more than one fitted sheet this would not pose such an issue save for the changing of the sheets, for us, who invested in only one fitted sheet since it’s such a pain in the butt to find them sized for a California King, it’s a bit of a hassle.

The irony here is that we literally have two closets stuffed to the brim with full and queen sized bedding. More bedding than we know what to do with, as my mother’s attitude toward bedding is much like her attitude toward burp cloths. Excessive. Abundant. Thorough.

Unfortunately, our home growing up never had a California King in its ranks, so we’re lacking in that sized sheet department.

After Kaki thoroughly hosed our bed on James’ birthday, mere minutes after we’d settled in for the evening, and we found ourselves stripping down the bed, yet again, and commencing the tenth load of laundry of the day, we finally came to our senses and hopped on over to GarnetHill.com. While we waited for the sheet to be cleaned so that we could resume our attempts at slumber, we ordered up a number of fitted sheets to avoid such conundrums in the future.

Why we didn’t do this four weeks ago when the problem first presented itself I blame on the lack of functioning brain cells due to sleep deprivation.

Fortunately, the problem is solved so that our little one can exercise her Olympic digestive talents at will on our bed.

See what supportive and loving parents we are, nurturing our childrens’ talents from such an early age?