8:30 p.m.: Eli is wide awake more than an hour after his normal bed time. We’re not surprised. Little guy slept almost the whole stretch from Denver to Aspen, so we’re not thinking too hard about it. Pack ‘n Play is set in the darkest corner of our luxurious room at The Little Nell. Thermostat reads 72 degrees. 5-star comfort.
9:00 p.m.: Rima’s hungry. I head to the market across the street to find something for dinner, and I fully expect a challenge. Rima’s not eating dairy because Eli has cradle cap. Apparently her dairy consumption nets him a scaly scalp.
9:14 p.m.: At some point between my leaving to and returning from the market, Eli goes down…. And he wakes up. He’s not happy.
9:20 p.m.: Eli nurses.
9:35 p.m.: Turkey sandwich stripped of cheddar plus tortilla chips.
10(ish) p.m.: Down goes Eli.
10:20 p.m.:And…. He’s awake again. Rima suspects he’s still hungry, so she brings him into bed.
2:30 a.m.:Eli wakes up groaning like a trucker in a Flying J stall. “Did you change any poopie diapers today?” Rima asks.
I hadn’t, and neither had she. Eli’s constipated.
4 a.m.: More groaning from the little guy. I attempt to soothe him by dancing with him and humming “Wonderful Tonight.”
6 a.m.: The alarm sounds. I’m the only one who hears it. Dismiss.
7:15 a.m.: Eli’s awake. The room comes to life. He may have wet the bed.
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