The Baby Bottle Torture
Sleep deprevation. A common form of torture used to break the will of a prisoner. I confess, I confess!
Every time I go through this, I wonder why I have yet again volunteered to suffer through weeks of having to give a baby a bottle every two and a half hours. Of course, one look into the tiny furry face of the lemur baby reminds me and makes it all right, but first I have to drag myself out of bed to see that little face! I have to schedule everything around his bottle schedule, since he's too small to take out. As I stagger through my progressively dirty house, the cats remind me I am not spending enough time with them. After a few nights, my husband begins to look a bit tortured too, he has to wake up when I do, even if he doesn't have to get up.
Lemurbaby has changed a lot in the few days he was home. He is much more aware now, loves to watch me while I type. He stays awake more and is beginning to play. He's taking a bottle and decides when he doesn't want any more. He also, thank goodness, eats faster. I wonder what he thinks about all this being moved back and forth.
Yesterday kinkababy saw me feeding the lemur his bottle, and he got so excited. He bounced up and down in his cage and chirped, he really wanted to play with the baby. Today lemur noticed me giving kinka his bottle, and he was fascinated. Even if they are totally different species, they recognize another baby when they see one. Kinka is so much bigger than the lemur or I'd really be tempted to let them play together, kinka is so gentle.
I'm really having trouble figuring out how this blog works. I can't get pictures to go where I want them and the spell check isn't working. I may not get this blog to work right until I can actually get some uninterrupted sleep, and who knows when THAT will be.
Hmm, it helps if you read the instructions and actually work in Internet Explorer. Odd how that happens...
I think while I have him I will call the lemur Rollo, since he hasn't been named yet. He just let go of his toy and crawled into my hand for the first time. That got him rewarded with being tucked inside my shirt, he is purring like mad. I'm sure he's beginning to think I'm mom. I'm learning where his favorite spots are to be scratched. Next time I'm around the big guys they will get the benefit of my new knowledge, although they seem to feel I'm pretty good at grooming anyway. Never wear a tank top around lemurs, they will try to groom off your freckles and those little teeth are sharp! After awhile you begin to feel sandpapered.
Sleep deprevation. A common form of torture used to break the will of a prisoner. I confess, I confess!
Every time I go through this, I wonder why I have yet again volunteered to suffer through weeks of having to give a baby a bottle every two and a half hours. Of course, one look into the tiny furry face of the lemur baby reminds me and makes it all right, but first I have to drag myself out of bed to see that little face! I have to schedule everything around his bottle schedule, since he's too small to take out. As I stagger through my progressively dirty house, the cats remind me I am not spending enough time with them. After a few nights, my husband begins to look a bit tortured too, he has to wake up when I do, even if he doesn't have to get up.
Lemurbaby has changed a lot in the few days he was home. He is much more aware now, loves to watch me while I type. He stays awake more and is beginning to play. He's taking a bottle and decides when he doesn't want any more. He also, thank goodness, eats faster. I wonder what he thinks about all this being moved back and forth.
Yesterday kinkababy saw me feeding the lemur his bottle, and he got so excited. He bounced up and down in his cage and chirped, he really wanted to play with the baby. Today lemur noticed me giving kinka his bottle, and he was fascinated. Even if they are totally different species, they recognize another baby when they see one. Kinka is so much bigger than the lemur or I'd really be tempted to let them play together, kinka is so gentle.
I'm really having trouble figuring out how this blog works. I can't get pictures to go where I want them and the spell check isn't working. I may not get this blog to work right until I can actually get some uninterrupted sleep, and who knows when THAT will be.
Hmm, it helps if you read the instructions and actually work in Internet Explorer. Odd how that happens...
I think while I have him I will call the lemur Rollo, since he hasn't been named yet. He just let go of his toy and crawled into my hand for the first time. That got him rewarded with being tucked inside my shirt, he is purring like mad. I'm sure he's beginning to think I'm mom. I'm learning where his favorite spots are to be scratched. Next time I'm around the big guys they will get the benefit of my new knowledge, although they seem to feel I'm pretty good at grooming anyway. Never wear a tank top around lemurs, they will try to groom off your freckles and those little teeth are sharp! After awhile you begin to feel sandpapered.
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