Yo, Harry. Jack. What the hell?
Why do you hate to see Mommy and Daddy sleep?
As he approaches a half year, Jack must be feeling nostalgic for his colicky newborn days because he SCREAMED from his 7:00 bath until, oh, 5 am. I mean, there were moments where he smiled and laughed. He was content enough for us to mostly watch Entourage , and he would occasionally pass out for 20-40 minute stretches. Just long enough for us to fall a little bit asleep. You know, just so we could know exactly what we were missing when he cried again.
No fever. No sign of teeth. No gas-- well, not excessive gas. But still, no sleep.
Then at the crack of 4, this guy
had a bad dream and sought refuge in our bed.
Really awesome timing, Little Buddy.
So, we stuck Jack in the crib in Harry's room, and he slept until just now-- 8:40.
Tonight-- so help us-- we're thinking of putting them to bed in the same room.
Also, we're both exercising our health insurance's complimentary medicine benefit and getting deep tissue massages.
And we're really cranky. (I'm talking to you, my beloved zit face).
Nope, the PhotoBooth program and the cute little camera on my computer never get old. Thanks for asking.