So, apparently the new parenting no-no is responding to your baby's cry. You're supposed to just let them scream. In fact, there is an iPhone app that will time for you exactly how long you're supposed to let them scream before you go to them so they can learn to comfort themselves. I brushed this off as something totally stupid until tonight when Dad got really serious, looked me dead in the eye, and said that I really should do this. Then he looked at Sav, and all of a sudden all of the memories of Savannah screaming when my dad tried to leave her room at night came rushing back. He would literally have to sleep on her floor so that she, and the rest of us, could sleep. Now it's 1:42, June is freshly changed, fed, swaddled, and in her own crib for the very first time. Her monitor is right beside me and every time she screams, the monitor goes bright red, making the entire room feel like the middle of a cop show, where I'm the bad guy. Hopefully she comforts herself soon.
On a side note, I discovered that when our monitor is on channel B, we can listen in on our neighbors.
June also made her first mall debut today, which I'm guessing went well but I couldn't say for sure since Grandma stole her for most of the time. I'm pretty sure that everyone only invites us places to see her, which is fine because I'm all for showing her off.
Cliff has been a tad sick all day, but tomorrow if he doesn't have to work we're tackling his resume so he can start looking for a new job. Hopefully something really good comes our way! Why can't you get paid to be a professional dad?
I was about to end this by saying that there hadn't been any bright red flashes in a while, but June had to prove me wrong, so instead, goodnight.