The Occasional Solipsist

The soft lap of the water as it hits the dock, the rustle of the night wind as it lingers through the trees and leaves behind that clean, sharp, familiar taste. The brilliance of the night sky, unfettered by the lights of a city with too many people in it.

I must be up north again.

Superwife, Trinity, Maya and I (hereafter to be known as The Fam) have been staying with my in-laws for the last 5 days. Ostensibly the stay was to give her parents a chance to help us with the baby, and give us a chance to recharge and maybe catch up on our much needed sleep.

And its been doing that.

But its also been providing me with a welcome working vacation. Emphasis on the working, but I've been squeaking in the vacation part when I can. When I get frustrated with a bit of code it doesn't totally suck that I can put it aside for a few minutes and go jump in the lake.

And today I got to perform the first of what will be a lifetime of ridiculous tasks I will undertake in order to soothe my daughter:

I put her in her stroller and marched her up and down the deck, back and forth across the length of it about 30 times, until she was calmed. The whole thing reminded me of that bit from Monthy Python's Meaning of Life where Michael Palin is bellowing about anyone else having anything better to do than go marching up and down the square. And of course, they all do, so he lets them go. Really funny bit.

And tonight's highlight was a lesson in burping Trinity properly.

On advice from a friend (Thanks Justin) we've begun having Superwife pump a bottle for me to feed Trin late at night so Mom can get a little extra sleep, and I can bond with my girl.

So, just a few moments ago, I finished tonight's feeding, and was attempting to convince my little princess that going back to sleep was a brilliant idea. She thought otherwise, until I gave her her soother. But she began making some loud, kind of croupy noises in her throat, and as I began to get worried, I leaned in close to see better what was going on. At which point she let out the mother of all burps, forcefully ejecting the soother into my face like a cork from a champagne bottle.

By the time I'd stopped laughing, she'd gone back to sleep.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow's lesson.

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