Of Sleep & Germs & Filler
November 24, 2008
So the baby has started sleeping SIX ENTIRE HOURS at night. SIX. Two whole nights in a row, this has happened, and two whole nights I have watched those six hours slip away, utterly wasted, as I've remained wide awake for one reason or another. Firstly, no one informed my boobs of the new schedule, so Saturday night was a blurry combination of soggy pajamas and sheets and moments of PANIC PANIC THE BABY IS SURELY DEAD PANIC.
Secondly, Noah is sick again. Up all night with a hacking cough, all moist and sneezy, home from school today, and DEAR GOD, we have watched our new WALL-E DVD more times than honestly should fit into the number of hours we've actually owned the thing.
We've also discovered the joy of construction paper hand turkeys. Oh, boy, were THOSE ever fun, like, the first 14 or 26 times.
Some photos, though, from healthier moments this weekend:
And just now, from today's pajama-veg-out-fest:
Eh, you know, this two kid thing isn't so bad. There's a lot more germ-smearing than I was expecting, and minutes after I took this picture Noah beaned poor Ezra in the face with a dog toy, but other than that, not so bad at all.