Rules Are There Are No Rules

Hey Folks. Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. I dedicate this blog to Michael Angel, who as I already mentioned in previous posts, is one heck of a dad :).

We are on our way to Deal, New Jersey to spend the day at my in laws house. It's kind of hard to type and think in a moving car on this ridiculous tiny touch screen keyboard but here goes nothing...

A little insite into my night last night. It's 830 pm I am breast feeding, of course, and Bean is tired  and I am thinking, "yes! He is going to fall asleep early and I am going to have the whole rest of the night to myself!"

It's 9:05 and I gently place him in the crib and runaway only to hear 5 seconds later that he is screaming. I pick him up and breast feed him again.

It's 9:30 and I try putting him down again and this time he immediately cries. I pick him up and try putting him back on the boob. As soon as I do that I feel his whole stomach growling making weird noises. I sit him up and he throws up everything he ate all over me my clothes, himself and the sheets. As I am sitting on the bed covered in warm sour milk I scream out to Michael, who by the way was in the other room watching the Simpsons, to come help.

At this point, I basically have to start the whole process all over again and I am tired! He finally falls asleep at 10:30 and I am literally drained! Mike is snoring to the left of me and I fall asleep on top of puke soaked bed sheets.

At 2:30 in the morning, I wake up mid dream to my sons gentle cries and figure he is probably still hungry. While breast feeding I jotted down notes on the dream I was having right before Bean woke up. Basically I was in a classroom in which the subject of the class was 'Rules are there are no rules.' The teacher continued to demonstrate his point by asking a classmate if she think she can fly. To which she responded, "no absolutely not!" And all of the sudden the teacher raised his hand ceremoniously and the girl was levitating in the air. Everyone including myself was amazed. He then asked another older women if she thought he can cure her authritic knees. Of course she responds, "no way!" He demands that she lift her legs onto a chair. He jumps onto her knees and is basically standing on them doing this weird massage with his feet and Lo and behold she is cured. He shouts loudly, "RULES ARE THERE ARE NO RULES."

As I lie on my puke soaked sheets reeking of sour milk while breasting my son I can't help but laugh to myself, rules are there are no rules.