Friday, June 5, 2009

The Gambler

Sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes, well, he eats you. Well, Dad rolled the dice last night and lost. I had a bottle at 8:00 then typed my blog. With an 8:00 bottle I should be primed for an 11:00 bottle then get put down for the night. BUT, I got fussy after my blog posting and took a ride in the swing at about 9:30. 11:00 came and went, as did 12:00 and at 1:00, Dad had a decision to make: Does he wake me up for a feeding, all but guaranteeing he'll be up for another 45+ minutes or does he let me sleep and gamble that I'll go 10.5 hours again? Well, on this warm summer's eve Dad boarded a train headed to nowhere. He let me sleep and I woke up at 3:30 ready to eat. They don't call it gambling for nothing.

I stayed up about 45 minutes but made it up to dad by giving him a bunch of smiles on the changing table.

Until Later,

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