twotothree

In Gloria's usual fashion, last night was not too bad (she slept for four hours straight!  and then another two!!), but that's because the night before she exhausted herself by being a noisy little hellion.  On Wednesday night the only way I could keep her from screaming bloody freaking murder was to dance around with her.  And I thought my late nights of clubbing were over ...

She should be on the Neocate shortly (it's coming in the mail any day now) so hopefully that will make her comfortable quickly.  We considered paying for it out-of-pocket until the first case came in, so we priced it out without a prescription.  It would be $150 for four days worth of formula.  That's insane, I don't know how they get away with that.  So instead of remortgaging the house, we're going to wait for the script.

I was telling Mike yesterday that I don't feel like parents.  My image of parents are these older, mature, responsible people.  We are none of that.  The other day I stood for nearly half an hour in front of the gumball machines at the grocery store because I couldn't decide if I wanted a plastic troll or a sticky hand.  Sleeping isn't the first thing I do when Gloria goes to spend time at her grandma's house (though it is definitely the second thing).  The FIRST thing I do is go for the bottle of wine.  And mature?  Psh.  I still giggle when someone says, "balls."

On an unrelated note, we also debated whether this was Gloria's first Christmas.  He says that this Christmas doesn't count as Gloria's first Christmas.  He says that next Christmas is the official "first Christmas" because she'll be more aware of her surroundings.

"If you don't know you have arms yet, it can't be your first Christmas."