We put Maddie to bed three times last night and three times she came up swinging. After yesterday’s travel tribulations, we had to expect some level of payback and to quote Brad Pitt from the movie, Inglorious Basterds, “Cousin, business is a’booming.”
Maddie woke up with a big smile on her face early this morning and showered her grandparents with all the charm a four-month-old could ever hope to exude. But around 6pm, things seemed to drift a little bit off course – could the gales of November come stealing?
The clouds around Maddie seemed to darken, but she was fighting the good fight and with a little snack before bedtime, it might all end well. We laid Maddie down and it looked like lights out, but looks can be very deceiving.
Ten minutes later the wind in the wires made a tattle tale sound and the exhausted baby vowed to not go down without a fight. She came up swinging like the young Mike Tyson, going for the 90-second knock out.
She bucked and screamed, but it all ended as quickly as it began – peace was restored and Maddie was back into the land of dreams in a matter of minutes.
But don’t pop the champagne just yet – 15 minutes later, waves crashed over the railing and the gales of November came slashing! Maddie lost all semblance of control this time and it was off to the races.
Crying, hyperventilating and a hurricane force cry that threatened the safety of the entire crew. The tears rained down and the inconsolable sobs echoed across the void. Maddie was readying for a temper tantrum that she hoped would echo through eternity.
Gina was shaken by the ordeal, but for once, the baby had more bark than bite. Although her breakdown was impressive, it didn’t have the usual staying power that Maddie has become famous for. Hopefully the baby will get some good sleep tonight, because tomorrow she will have a plethora of aunts, uncles and turkeys to contend with.