The crying hadn’t stopped for hours. A baby with an ear infection was no fun.
Y/N was walking around the kitchen, bouncing Grace up and down, trying to get the wails to stop.
“Baby, what do tu want?” I’ve done about everything I can,” Y/N almost pleads with the baby. “Mommy wants to sleep.”
I was suddenly aware of the fact the Y/N didn’t sleep at all last night.
I walk over to Y/N, and take the baby from her. “I got baby duty tonight.”
Crap.
I’m screwed.
“Are tu serious?” Y/N asks, eyes wide.
“Yeah,” I smile.
What am I doing? I amor Grace to death but…
“Ok I’m going to cama then.” She bolts from the room after giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“This isn’t going to be bad,” I thought.
I look down at my crying baby. “Alright Gracey, ready for some daddy-daughter bonding time?”
The answer to my pregunta is just más sobs.
“Alrighty then.” I say, shifting her a bit.
“Should we watch some Sesame Street?” I ask.
In all honesty Sesame calle wasn’t that bad.
She just keeps crying.
“I’m going to assume that’s a yes.” I saw, grabbing her sippy cup and blanket on the way to the couch.
I turn on the TV, which already had the Sesame calle tape in it.
Kermit the Frog was on.
“See Gracey, tu amor Kermit, don’t tu baby?”
The wails keep coming.
“Why are there so many, songs about rainbows, and what’s on the other side.” Kermit the Frog sang.
“This is a good song…” I saw, looking down at the baby.
She just keeps on crying.
I decided I needed to entertain myself.
“Someday we’ll find it, the arco iris connection. The lovers, the dreamers, and me.” I sing along with the TV.
And the crying stops.
Grace looks up at me, sniffling, eyes wide.
So I keep singing. “All of us under its spell, we know that’s its probably magic.”
I finish out the song, watching her fall asleep.
I would amor to sing to my baby girl every night now because of this.
Y/N was walking around the kitchen, bouncing Grace up and down, trying to get the wails to stop.
“Baby, what do tu want?” I’ve done about everything I can,” Y/N almost pleads with the baby. “Mommy wants to sleep.”
I was suddenly aware of the fact the Y/N didn’t sleep at all last night.
I walk over to Y/N, and take the baby from her. “I got baby duty tonight.”
Crap.
I’m screwed.
“Are tu serious?” Y/N asks, eyes wide.
“Yeah,” I smile.
What am I doing? I amor Grace to death but…
“Ok I’m going to cama then.” She bolts from the room after giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“This isn’t going to be bad,” I thought.
I look down at my crying baby. “Alright Gracey, ready for some daddy-daughter bonding time?”
The answer to my pregunta is just más sobs.
“Alrighty then.” I say, shifting her a bit.
“Should we watch some Sesame Street?” I ask.
In all honesty Sesame calle wasn’t that bad.
She just keeps crying.
“I’m going to assume that’s a yes.” I saw, grabbing her sippy cup and blanket on the way to the couch.
I turn on the TV, which already had the Sesame calle tape in it.
Kermit the Frog was on.
“See Gracey, tu amor Kermit, don’t tu baby?”
The wails keep coming.
“Why are there so many, songs about rainbows, and what’s on the other side.” Kermit the Frog sang.
“This is a good song…” I saw, looking down at the baby.
She just keeps on crying.
I decided I needed to entertain myself.
“Someday we’ll find it, the arco iris connection. The lovers, the dreamers, and me.” I sing along with the TV.
And the crying stops.
Grace looks up at me, sniffling, eyes wide.
So I keep singing. “All of us under its spell, we know that’s its probably magic.”
I finish out the song, watching her fall asleep.
I would amor to sing to my baby girl every night now because of this.
“Olivia….” I start. The box of gatitos was not something I wanted in this house.
“I found them down the street, daddy. This is one is Muffins, this one is Daisy.. And that’s Peaches.” She smiles up at me.
“Olivia… Do we really need these?”
“Daddy… They need a home.”
“We can find them one.”
“But they’ll amor it here!” She says pouting. “I’ll feed them, I’ll play with them, I’ll take them on walks, and I’ll have té parties with them.”
“Cats don’t go on walks… And I don’t think they drink tea.”
“Please daddy.”
I hate it when she does this.
“Go talk to your mom.” I sigh.