It is 3:30am. I'm feeding the boy. He woke up around 3, ate and "fell asleep at the wheel" so I put him back to bed. He then grunted, groaned, cooed, spit up and basically made funny sounds until about 5 minutes ago when he turned his noises into little cries. I guess he couldn't sleep, so now he has decided he is hungry again.
He isn't actually eating though. He is now making slurping and other weird noises, wiggling out of his swaddle and being generally cute. All are endearing baby traits, except it is 3:35 am, not the time for the cuteness.
This is only the 2nd time awake tonight, so we are making progress. We brought Attison home from a friend's, we had a little dinner party tonight. Kara, Dan, Tim, Attison and I went to dinner at Zach, Melissa and Brynn's house. Brynn was born November 12 so she and Attison got to stay up late tonight and have a squock off. (Is squock a word? Autocorrect says no, but who can spell at this hour?)
So anyway, he fell asleep in his car seat around 9:00 and I let him sleep in it until midnight when woke up in a panic from a dream where he wiggled himself out of his car seat in a shopping mall. So he ate at midnight. If I'm lucky he will sleep until 7:30, but that is optimistic.
He us back in bed and grunting again. I am getting used to being up multiple times per night, but always prefer the cry, eat, back to sleep in 15 minutes feedings, not these hour long squock fests. Especially now that I am awake enough to seek an alternate task (like writing a blog post) rather than close my eyes and wish for a fast flowing tranquilizer-like milk.
And now he is asleep. Tim, Attison and Jenny are all breathing softly and rhythmically, the perfect time for me to pray thankfully for each of them and drift happily back to sleep. Goodnight sweet blogosphere. Thanks for tuning in, go have a margarita, or some warm milk.
He isn't actually eating though. He is now making slurping and other weird noises, wiggling out of his swaddle and being generally cute. All are endearing baby traits, except it is 3:35 am, not the time for the cuteness.
This is only the 2nd time awake tonight, so we are making progress. We brought Attison home from a friend's, we had a little dinner party tonight. Kara, Dan, Tim, Attison and I went to dinner at Zach, Melissa and Brynn's house. Brynn was born November 12 so she and Attison got to stay up late tonight and have a squock off. (Is squock a word? Autocorrect says no, but who can spell at this hour?)
So anyway, he fell asleep in his car seat around 9:00 and I let him sleep in it until midnight when woke up in a panic from a dream where he wiggled himself out of his car seat in a shopping mall. So he ate at midnight. If I'm lucky he will sleep until 7:30, but that is optimistic.
He us back in bed and grunting again. I am getting used to being up multiple times per night, but always prefer the cry, eat, back to sleep in 15 minutes feedings, not these hour long squock fests. Especially now that I am awake enough to seek an alternate task (like writing a blog post) rather than close my eyes and wish for a fast flowing tranquilizer-like milk.
And now he is asleep. Tim, Attison and Jenny are all breathing softly and rhythmically, the perfect time for me to pray thankfully for each of them and drift happily back to sleep. Goodnight sweet blogosphere. Thanks for tuning in, go have a margarita, or some warm milk.
