November 14, 5:00 A.M.
Slept like a baby last night, although I don’t really know why people say that. Babies don’t always sleep so soundly, you know. Caroline, for example, had colic, and could rise at any point screaming bloody murder. Day or night.
I discovered three management techniques to quiet her. One, a ride in our brown, ’76 Celica. We called it The Turd. That old thing rattled so much that it gradually put her to sleep. I also discovered, by accident, that placing in her in little seat thingy on top of the dryer (while I was doing laundry) had the same effect. But my favorite, and the one that I have the most fond memories of was holding in her the rocking chair and singing Edelweiss to her.
She was so precious and still is. So are my sons, and I’m so proud of my children and their accomplishments.
They sustain me and give me purpose.
