Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Two Babies Should Never Be Allowed in the Same Apartment Building

At about 4:30 this morning, I found myself brutally awakened by the sound of a baby crying. You know that type of wake-up where one minute there is no consciousness, then out of nowhere your brain is savagely assaulted by some particularly heinous aspect of reality? That's what I'm talking about here.

After nearly 15 months with Isaac, I find myself snapped awake when he makes the slightest out of the ordinary sound. I don't know whether it is some sort of fatherly instinct or God's cruel joke but it is what it is.

Only today, I wasn't awakened by Isaac. I was awakened by Addison, our landlord's baby. At FOUR THIRTY IN THE MORNING!

Keep it down, kid...

1 comment:

  1. I've heard Isaac scream. I am pretty sure they pinched Addison as payback.