tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166504140000203512.post6965565544046932125..comments2012-05-13T16:30:46.287-05:00Comments on Loving Parenthood: My first Mother's DayMommy to Manyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152417913914240406noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166504140000203512.post-7447857314191361642009-05-14T20:47:00.000-05:002009-05-14T20:47:00.000-05:00Here we are, working on night four. The second ni...Here we are, working on night four. The second night Baby Constance was awakened at 4:20 a.m. (probably by the garbage trucks that get the strip malls trash about 100 yards from where we live). The third night (this morning) she slept until 4:58 a.m. I get up at 5 so that was not so bad for me, but for Heather it was trying. Who knows what tonight holds. The crazy birds think that they can start chirping at 4 in the morning and everyone wants to hear them sing and mate and whatever else birds make chirping noises for. Not me, not Heather, and not Constance. If I had a shotgun then I might deter them a little but I don't so I won't.<br /><br />Daddy MooseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com