Week Nights

When I say you love sleep like your dad, I mean it.  Someone could honk their horn 4 blocks away and it would wake me from a dead sleep.  On the other hand, the alarm can go off, I can turn the lights on, and still sometimes I have to hit Tom to wake him up.  

Usually I try to put you down for a nap when we get home from daycare.  You don't sleep enough there during the day, and in my mind more sleep is always better.  You usually go down when we get home at 4:30, and hopefully wake up an hour later.  When you hadn't woken up by 5:45, I decided to help things along.  You see, I needed you to wake up so you could eat dinner and then go back to bed.  It seems stupid but if you don't wake up, you'll get angry around 10pm and demand food.  If I didn't give you the nap, you'd melt down.  It's a delicate balance.  

It Was a Good Weekend

Today's not a great day, for various reasons.  The obnoxious thing is I'm no longer certain of my own feelings - am I really upset over something, or is it being amplified by my hormones?  I used to hate it when people claimed their hormones were affecting their emotions because it seemed like BS to me.  It didn't happen to me.  

Five Months

Nick Names: Bubba, Bubba-bear
Height: 25.5 inches (as measured at home, since no doctor's appointment)
Weight: 16 pounds (as measured at home)
Head: Pretty round
Special Outings: Solo trip to VT with Caitlin, Pumpkin patch, Trip to Burlington VT to see Linzy, Raina and Zaida
Visitors: Jill, Tom's Parents
Loves: Rattles, funny faces, bouncing/shaking, airplane, looking out the window
Hates: His weak arms, being in the living room after 5pm, being tired