In order to refer to last night as a “night”, it would imply that some sleep was had in our house.  And, as it really wasn’t, we’ll just refer to it as That Period Of Hours Between 10pm And 8am.  Thusly, Joey and I are both really, really tired today.  We are still trying to figure out which of Analie’s little noises in the night are sleeping baby noises, and which are PICK ME UP MAMA!!! noises.  Currently we are defaulting to PICK ME UP MAMA!!! for just about every noise, and I think it’s about to do us in.

She’s sleeping in her cow bouncer right now, and I’m letting her just stay there, even though she’s making little grunts and the occasional noise that sounds like it could be potentially a cry.  None of them have turned into actual cries, but I am feeling like a horrible person just leaving her there.

And Frank is not helping matters.  Do not even get me started on Frank.

And I should mention that I bought the wrong size diapers last night when I ran to the store, and they don’t fit Analie and, unfortunately, are leaking.  I have cloth diapers which I plan to use, but because of Frank…they are just going to have to wait a few more weeks.  Mama can’t handle any more new things right now.

Good thing Joey’s parents are coming tomorrow.  I think we could use reinforcements.

But this is not the point of the post.  This is just the preface to let you know why the blog post will be: a.) not very entertaining and b.) ridiculously confusing because of sleep deprivation.

A friend of ours, Krista, was planning to come over at 9:30 this morning for Analie’s newborn pictures. Well, Analie had finally fallen asleep about 7:00, and I left her in the bouncer in the living room and sneaked back into our room to catch an hour of non-couch sleep before they arrived.  Joey was just thinking about getting up when I came in, but he looked bleary eyed and confused, so I told him to reset the alarm for 8:00.  We could just fake that we were ready once Krista got here.

So that’s what we did.  I never took a shower, and we never gave Analie the bath we planned to.

We did, however, eat some breakfast, drink some water, and brew some coffee.

When Krista showed up, she brought Angel with her.  Turns out, with a dog like Henry, a fourth person is totally required because Angel wound up holding the furball pretty much the entire time.  He was Not Happy At All that his sister was being manhandled, and he’d get all twitchy if she started to cry.

Analie was asleep for half of her pictures, and then woke up for the second half and gave us all her pretty bright-eyed look.  Mostly for pictures with Daddy, of course; in all the pictures with Mommy she’s asleep.  Usually because of crying in protest to being cold (we got to take Frank off for the pictures!) or unhappy about being in the same picture as Henry.  Poor little princess.

But she was a snuggle bug and they should all turn out adorable.

Except.

Krista wanted Joey to lay on the ground with his hands in the air to get a shot of just his hands holding Analie.  A nekkid Analie, I should mention.  So we stripped her down (which she didn’t like) and positioned her in Joey’s hands.  Krista immediately began snapping pictures, hoping she’d get a good one in between Analie’s scrunched up faces and wiggling arms.

I think she would have, too.

IF…

Analie hadn’t started peeing.  ALL OVER JOEY.  Like, massive amounts of pee.  I gasped, “OH MY GOSH, she’s peeing on you!” as Joey just laid there, Analie in his hands up in the air above his chest, and took it like a champ.  Fortunately, she didn’t nail his face.

I grabbed one of Analie’s swaddle blankets and wrapped it around my soggy daughter while picking her up off Joey’s hands.  Her little feet were dripping, so I toweled them off with the edge of the blanket.  (Which, I just realized, is still laying on the rug in here.  Gross.  I am going to deal with that next.)

Joey had disappeared by this point and I heard tons of water running on the other side of the house.  I think he just took his clothes off in the back hallway and threw them in the washing machine on the way to the shower.

Good thing none of us could see him while he was doing this.

Angel and Krista were both impressed by the liquid output of our daughter.  And I suppose it is a small sort of accomplishment, when it’s one of the four things you can do as an infant.  Well, five if you count snuggling.  (Which we are doing right now, actually.)

Fortunately, the peeing incident occurred almost at the end of Analie’s photo shoot.  She was worn out and so were we.  Joey, once he returned from the shower with fresh clothes, re-dressed her and suited her up in Frank, then handed her to me because baby girl was HUNGRY.

Then she fell sound asleep snuggling with me and didn’t eat for another half hour.  But oh well.

She has thoroughly worn me out, but sweet little Analie snuggles are the best.  Even if they are a little bit crunchy from Frank.