tired
October 2nd, 2007
Lately (ie. past month) Avery has gone back to waking up all night. It’s like he became the 3 month old we were expecting who then slept through the night. A good night is when he wakes up only once. Somehow, he has mommy-going-to-sleep-now ESP, because as soon as I get ready to go to sleep, I start hearing the cries. And you can’t just rock him back to sleep these days either. He wants to nurse. But then he wakes up again 15 minutes after you put him down because he wants to be in our bed and half awake/half asleep = grumpy. And so it goes every night these days. Maybe its the teeth. Maybe its the not-drinking. Maybe its the separation anxiety. Either way, sleep is always elusive.
I got into writing this post because this morning, I went to the kitchen to get Avery started with breakfast. On top of the fridge, next to the cereal was the milk. I’ve also found boxes of cereal in the fridge before too.
Update: Corey wanted me to note that he was the one who put the milk on the top of the refridgerator, in case there was any confusion.
Geesh, kids these days.
September 4th, 2007
We co-sleep. So it was no surprise to me that as I opened my eyes this morning that there was a face already awake staring back at me. I smile at him and say, “Good morning.” To which I get a apathetic stare and a single word, ”Meh.” Then his gaze shifted to stare out the window.
Geesh, kids these days. I couldn’t believe he did that.
