Lullaby, and goodnight...

One day, Hubby came home from work and surprised me with these. Aren't they pretty?

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I haven't exactly figured out the art of photographing flowers, unfortunately.

So, what spurred on Hubby to have him bring me these flowers? My exhaustion. I was so completely, utterly exhausted with the new puppy in our home. So tired, in fact, that for three whole days, THREE WHOLE DAYS, I forgot to brush my teeth. My mom said that's what it is like being a new mother. So, why was I so tired you ask? Belle and I weren't, er.... exactly on the same sleeping schedule.

When I wanted to play, she wanted to sleep.

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More importantly, when I wanted to sleep, she wanted to play.

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Why? 'Cuz girls just wanna have fun, of course!

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This out-of-sync sleep schedule really took a toll on me, and little Belle as well.

She was a happy little girl all day long, but when it came to night time and me and her being separated, she cried. Now, I didn't do the whole "Lock her in a crate and put her in another room while she cries" thing. I did the whole "Waking up with her every hour of the night so she would feel safe" thing. And, since Hubby was originally against getting a dog, I felt that I needed to make sure his sleep was uninterrupted. Somehow, he didn't hear baby Belle crying, but I heard every little peep she made.

I would carefully scoot out of bed, quietly unlock her crate, wait for her to come out to me and then take her outside. After she went potty, I always went back in the bedroom and grabbed my pillow and went out to the living room. I laid on the floor with baby Belle while she pounced all over me and used her little razor blade teeth to nibble on me. This happened for a little over a week, when I had a seemingly life-saving idea. I grabbed a coke bottle out of the recycling bin, and put hot water in it. I filled it up as much as I could with hot water, and then I took a shirt that I had been wearing to sleep in, and I put the coke bottle inside of the shirt. I put the coke bottle and shirt inside the crate, and I put Baby Belle against it, and she felt comforted. She must've felt that someone was with her in that crate, because from that night on, a heated up coke bottle was all I needed to get a good night's sleep.

And, in case you were wondering, Hubby does still bring me flowers, even though I'm not (always) sleep deprived. I caught a good one, folks!!