The morning nap was great. 9:30-ish until 11:15-ish. He slept on my chest. That method of sleeping doesn’t always guarantee longer sleeps, but it sure promotes the possibility.
By the time we woke up, went through a diaper change, had some food, played with some toys, and read a book, it was time for his next nap. Crazy how fast that interval went, and we didn’t even really “do” anything.
Afternoon nap was significantly more difficult. Read the rest of this entry »
Today was a good reminder of why being a parent can be a roller-coaster. Although there are ups and downs, the final feeling is that of exhilaration. Well, for me it is. For some it might just be the sudden need to vomit.
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Welcome to our regularly-scheduled lazy day. The day in which I hand off my son to other people who love him.
OK, so it’s not completely like that, but it is to a certain degree.
Morning: the usual. Except that his nap was crap-tacular and I didn’t get any sleep when he finally went down.
Afternoon: after lunch, I left him with my parents and stopped into my workplace to say hi and stay on top of what’s shaking there. Apparently, while I was gone, he didn’t go down for a nap that easily. The great thing about “apparently” is that it means I wasn’t there to witness it. Read the rest of this entry »
Note for regular readers: Day 27 is also posted below; I decided not to gang them together this time, even though I’m posting both on the same day.
Not too eventful a day.
Cole had a short but fuss-free nap in the morning. We did a few small things, had a few small laughs, and then I packed him up for a visit over to Nana and Grandpa’s place. Auntie Brim was there, too, so there were plenty of helping hands around.
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Had a great sleep in the morning again, after a false start waking up grumpy. Then lunch. Then walked the dogs. I filmed him in his jolly jumper, which I’d post here, except Windows Movie Maker isn’t co-operating.
Naptime sucked. We’ve been trying to get a handle on getting a proper sleep schedule, and nothing seems to work. Read the rest of this entry »
Monkey House is populated by three lovely and wonderful simians–Greg, his wife Alex, and their son Cole. He is a jack of all trades, she is a scientist/athlete, and their son is a poopsmith.