It's only an hour

I want to meet the asshole that invented this "Spring forward, Fall back" crap. I know it wasn't Einstein. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize how crappy this concept is and how much it causes havoc more so when you have toddlers on a schedule. When I was younger and/or without kids the hour was no more than something I had to do without which was either less sleep or less drinking time. Now we have to within a day get the girls to bed earlier, yet NOT have them wake us up earlier. Then move every one's eating schedule as well as bowel movements. In my world the ass comes before the mouth, so we have to get the bottom in sync with the top.

Alexandra was the first to feel the wrath of the time change demons as she was slowly (in 6 hours) pushed ahead to a new feeding and living time frame. I raced to the hospital just after Jeanette and Amanda went at the 6pm feeding, which didn't end until 7pm. When I arrived she was sleeping soundly. I had to wake her up with a thermometer in her arm pit and then change her diaper. This video shows you how good she was sleeping:



During the whole time she kept giving me this look like: "Oh crap not again. I was just cozy sleeping and you are going to start making me do something."

Every time I poked, moved, or altered her body she started to make the grumpy noise. Almost a growl-like sound that gurgles when a large dog growls at another when they are sniffing around their food bowl. When I started to feed her she didn't appear to enthusiastic. So after half of her bottle was finished (25ml of the 50ml) she had the look and sound that she wanted no more. And that was the case. I had to burp her for a couple minutes after every swallow or so of milk. It was as if I topped off a gas tank and I was trying to get in another gallon despite the tank not letting me fill more than a drop at a time. She was done when the bottle was near gone. She would lay on my back and held to me tightly as if she just finished swimming for hours and she was exhausted.

Then came the eye stare. Alexandra has a process when I let her sleep on my shoulder that she wants to see who is holding her. So she tries to keep her head in the air and moves it to see me. Kinda like a turtle coming out of the shell. She will do so until either A: she moves so much she will fall off the shoulder or B: I take her off the shoulder so she can look me in the eyes. Once I do so she will then stare at me without blinking for minutes.

"Ahh, so your the asshole that keeps pouring milk into my tummy when I had enough huh."

Ok, maybe those aren't her thoughts but I can see something brewing when she does the gaze. At the end of Sunday evening she weighs 5 pounds, 4 ounces.