I can't ever seem to find the time to get on here anymore, and when I do, I want to read up on the comings/goings of my fellow bloggers...by then Owen is awake.
Owen will be 4-months-old on the 28th.
Didn't I just come home from the hospital?
It really feels like that half the time, and the other half feels like I've been doing this for nigh half a century.
He's such a sweet and beautiful boy.
Sometimes, I'm fairly certain that I will LOSE my mind b/c I love him so much, but I hear that this hanging-off-the-edge-of-sanity thing is totally normal for parents, so breathe a sigh of relief, Honey!
No single-parenting for you!
O is getting bigger by the minute, he smiles and laughs a lot, he desperately wants to stand, sit up, roll over, drive a car, shave, etc., but doesn't seem to get that he's a little young still...
This results in a very pissed off little boy from time to time!
(is it wrong that I find it funny?)
He also babbles ALL THE TIME. He's a little chatty Kathy. It's pretty much the cutest of cute, except for when he wants to do it at 2 in the morning....
He sleeps about 6-7 hour blocks a night, and has been doing so for the last month and a half, which is like HEAVEN!
We finally had to take him out of our bed and put him into a play-yard on Tuesday night, because he's so active that we were afraid co-sleeping was becoming unsafe.
We thought we were in for a long night of tears...
And we were, except the tears were mine.
He was just peachy. He loves his new bed!
Speaking of which, I can hear Talky McBlab-Blab has awoken from his nap....