The Fight

Dad, why are your eyes closing? It's making me sleepy! I don't like that...wait a minute! My eyes are closing too. Dad! What's going on...oh man...why is it so dark? I can't see anything. Jeez, it feel comfortable but, ahhhhhh! (Eyes snap open) There we go. Oh, I see you dad. Man. that was a close call. Hey your eyes are open now too. Why were they closed bef...wait...now they're closing again...what is happening to you! Why are your eyes closing again...it's making mine close too!!!

And so it goes, as many, if not all parents know. It's the ultimate fight. Marley watches my eyes and I her. As I pretend to fall asleep, barely keeping my eyes open, she stares and stares until hers finally shut. Then WHAMO, hers open again making sure I'm still there watching her sleep, holding her, etc. and so on. It's so funny (sometimes frustrating) that I nearly laugh out loud losing the battle. But so far so good.

As for Samran, her patience and soothing techniques make me look like an absolute moron. Marley and her, as Forest Gump said, is like peas and carrots. She'll pull two hour bedroom duty soothing and singing with no problem. All the while I think the both of them are sleeping.

Here are some pictures of the 7 week old going on 2 months.

Dang that was good milk...why does it make me so sleepy?


You know you love me.


You see this face? Dad has no chance!