MyThreeDaughters

First off, anybody who gets that sub-head: Ha, ha, you’re as old as I am. How big was your hair in 1978?
Anyway, there’s been a shift-change here at Chez Wagner. Had this thing going for a while where the baby (Lilla, the Lillanator, like the Terminator, actually answers to “Nator”) was up three times a night, around 11, 2:30 and 5.
Ah, babies, aren’t they so cute? Just loving you so much that they want to kick it with you every three hours around the clock.
So we rocked and rolled with that for about more than a year/forever, then we started sending me in in the middle of the night and, being breast-less, I wasn’t of as much interest as the wife. So the baby is up less.
Shift change.
Fontaine overheard some neighbors talking about a possible fox in the neighborhood (somebody who had illegal chickens right here in the heart of the city came out one morning and found chicken salad). Now Fontaine allegedly thinks a fox is stalking her at night.
And for some reason, Elizabeth has been coming in to join us around 5 a.m. To soothe herself, she sucks her thumb. Sucks it so hard it sounds like she could suck paint off a Coke can, like the sound of a cartoon kiss.
Hard to sleep hearing that.
I’m going to get them someday.
Picture it: Teenagers. Saturday morning after a school dance. Maybe 7 a.m.
Me.
A gas-powered leaf blower.
Outside their bedroom windows.