First off, are the “clever” entry titles really necessary?
Let’s see, I’m going to write about video monitors, so let’s name it, hmmm, MONITORING THE SITUATION! Yes, God, YES! I am fucking BRILLIANT. 2008 Blogger’s Choice Award, here I come.
16 months into this parenting gig, we JUST purchased a monitor for Wito.
You already know where this is going, don’t you? Oh, C’MON. Not every little thing written on this website has to do with my obsessive-compulsive issues.
Except. That it does. Peace be with you.
You see, we don’t need a monitor. We live in a 1950’s bungalow, people. Our bedrooms share a wall, which has a built-in floor furnace that heats both of the bedrooms. In other words, the only object dividing us from Wito is a contraption of heavy metal grating. We can hear everything. More specifically, I can hear everything. Rustling? Yes. Heavy breathing? Yes. Wito’s brain transitioning sleep cycles? I do believe so.
However, during the past two months, we have been wading in teething territory, or what I would like to call “Operation Holy Molars”.
Once again! Brilliant AND witty! Vote here! *pumping fists in air*
These son-of-a-bitch molars have caused some erratic night waking, but it’s difficult for us to assess the son-of-a-bitchdom because Wito’s crib sits right next the door. If we open that door, it’s all over. But what if the random moaning signals pain? What if his foot is stuck in the crib railing? What if some satanic looking Santa has crept into his room and is stab, stab, stabbing him?
The questions. My God, the questions.
Long story short. We bought a video monitor. And it rocks.
What’s Wito doing right now, you ask?
Why, he’s taking a nap! Thanks for asking.
What about now?
Oh, yes. Still sleeping.
5 minutes later?
Sawing logs, that kid.
This can’t possibly bode well for me.