On November 16th, I wrote: Ever since we started putting Niko in the crib for night-time, it doesn’t matter how early it is, Nina and I always join him (not in the crib, but in our bed) about 10 to 15 minutes after he falls asleep.
Well, I am a liar!!! Starting this past Sunday, his bedtime has been pushed back to around 6ish and somebody (that person being me) has to eat dinner and prepare breakfast and lunch for the next day. Actually, I am not a liar, people are allowed to change their minds so maybe I should rename this to dad changed his mind…but, to be honest, the dad lied is more attention grabbing.
Now, I know on days off (like tomorrow), I will join them for early bed — because I am tired. I hate it when people complain to me about how tired they are. Did I mention that I have full-time job and my wake-up time is 6am (but it could be earlier if Niko is awake). And, sometimes after work, I go to my 2nd job as a freelance high school sports writer/photographer. Like, next Wednesday after work, I am going to a ribbon cutting ceremony for a new high school gymnasium. I took a lot of photos of it being built. So, don’t complain to me about being tired or I WILL HAVE TO KICK YOUR ASS!!!!! You don’t hear me complaining, besides, right here in words!!!
Unfortunately, I can’t put eating off (and get an early bedtime) because I like to eat (who doesn’t?). And, if I don’t bring food to work, I have to spend money (which I don’t have) either outside before work or the cafeteria at work for breakfast tacos. When you have a baby, money goes fast — diapers are not cheap!!! Right now, Niko has more money than his parents that can be accessed now. Nina and I are actually doing well for retirement.
Now, Nina on the other hand (man, that is such a dumb phrase), joins Niko in bed because she gets to eat dinner when I get home from work (while I play with the baby). You know something, playing with Niko is the greatest moment of my day.
The only thing I dislike about his early bedtime is I only get to see him for about an hour when I get home from work. But, to counter that, I get him ready for bedtime and I really enjoy changing his diaper and putting his pajamas on (even though it is a challenge since he rolls and crawls on the diaper changing pad). He does cry loud but I think it’s because he knows what’s happening, he is very tired, and he doesn’t like being manhandled. But, once he is in my arms and I start singing to him, he forgets that 5 seconds ago he was crying. How does such a little dude with no teeth cry so damn loud?
