A Clockwork Baby

My wife and I are very punctual people. Even with the addition of a baby to our lives, we do pretty much everything in our power to be where we say we're going be when we say we're going to be there. I myself feel something akin to physical pain when I feel there is even a shadow of a chance that I will be a moment late.

I'm beginning to suspect that timeliness is a genetic trait (most likely one of those rare recessive alleles). Our child, Baby J, wakes up each morning at a specific time. She grows hungry for a bottle at almost the exact time each day. She falls asleep for her first nap of the day promptly thereafter.

You could set a clock by my baby.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Most people very much enjoy the familiarity of their daily routines. Why should little people be any different? I guess I just find it hard to understand how my baby can be keep an solid routine when confronted with so many novel experiences each day. I mean, she's a baby. Everything is new to her!

If each day you were to discover new things your body could do, new places to explore, and a wide variety of things you could put your mouth on, would you break at exactly the same time each day to sleep? Or eat?

Or is that maybe novel experiences are simply part of the daily schedule for Baby J? Is novelty is the norm?

Baby J is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma...snoozing in a crib.

Listening To: Kamaal the Abstract by Q-Tip