The exhaustion is starting to set in.  Being on the night shift is a drag.  Even with our feeding plans working, we're still not getting the sleep we need.  Last night Dodi was doing the midnight feeding before heading off to bed.  I was sitting up reading, waiting for her to come in off the couch.  I look up at the clock and see that it's almost 1:30 and I think that there is no way that she's still feeding.  It turns out I was right:

I'm starting to feel the same way.

Last night was rough for me too.  Two AM (half an hour after I get us all off to bed), Celerity is fussing.  I get up and give her 3 oz of breast milk that Dodi has pumped for this purpose.  Celerity seems happy, but wide awake, which I had planned for.  I plop down in front of the computer with her in my arms and wait for her to quiet down so I can put her to bed.  No such luck.  One hour and a dirty diaper later, I'm back in the kitchen making her up some Formula.  She sucks that down real fast and once again I'm waiting for her to quiet.  Another hour, another diaper, and she's still rooting and fussing.  Back to the kitchen for another bottle.  She doesn't finish this one off, but was still bright eyed and bushy-tailed.  I figure she's never going to go to sleep the way things are going, so I drop her in her bassinet and put her pacifier back in every time she fusses.  Finally at five AM I turn out the light and she stays down.  Eight AM - alarm goes off for mommy to feed her . . . and the cycles begins again.

Everyone told me about the lat nights, but there is simply no way to prepare yourself for the lack of sleep.  *sigh*  Yet, everyone I show the kid to says, "Treasure this time, it will pass too quickly".  I'm at a loss to see how that would be a bad thing at this point, but I'm sure I'll understand when she's 16 and wants to borrow the car.

Good fences . . .
A few months ago we had a big windstorm which took down a lot of fences in the neighborhood, including two sides of my buddy Roger's fence.  At the time I helped him to put up the replacement on his yard.  All those years of helping my father with building projects finally paid off as I was able to use my mad building skillz to speed up the construction.  Roger's neighbor's fence had also been blown down and so they paid him to put theirs up.  Last Saturday I went over to help out.

While I was there, he had to watch his four year old son, Evan, who we co-opted to "help" by holding nails for Roger.  I would hold position and hold the fence slats, then Roger would call "Nail" and his son would hand him a nail.  Well, hand him a nail or run away or drop the nails and pick them up.  He also became the level holder, which was quite helpful, believe it or not.

For some reason when we were standing around, I started doing my robot shtick - moving my arms jerky, making the servo noise, and sounding like Robby from Lost in Space.  Evan gets this real incredulous look on his face and say "Whatever".  Roger and I just about die laughing.  Roger swears he doesn't know where Evan got it from.  I don't get no respect.