Today at Target (where they didn’t have a single decent shirt for grown women) Margaret saw this outfit and asked to buy it for Peter:
The house is clean, the baby is happy, schoolwork for the week is done and the grades have been logged, and I’m drinking a beer. I’m documenting this because I’m certain this will never happen again.
Joshua is working with a kid on multiplication and long division. The rest of the kids are building Lego. If you follow my Instagram account, you probably saw that Benedict made a model of himself out of Legos. Stay tuned for the toilet he made for his guy.
The kids get a prize for working hard this week, so we’ll dole that out here in a bit and snack while watching the Olympics. Those are very popular around here. Anytime we watch gymnastics, the kids start doing flips. I had one doing headstands against the wall today. That will probably show up on IG later as well.
Oh, hey Andrea, the next time I text you that the baby never sleeps, please reply that I need to lay down with him on my chest and he’ll go right to sleep for two or more hours.
Things Peter does:
- Sleeps five hour stretches at night.
- Sometimes pushes himself up on his forearms.
- Smiles at his brothers and sisters.
- Nurses like a champ.
(I started this on Friday….)
Peter is a month old today. I’ll be honest, he hasn’t settled into much of routine and some days he’s awake and alert all day and some days he’s a sleeper. Some days he’s super fussy and pretty much needs to be held all the time (usually on a day I have things to do and he won’t permit being held by any other person.) Some days he’s just happy as a clam and thrilled to have his big brother or sister hold him.
The kids love him very much, to the point where I need to shoo them away because they are always touching or kissing him and it is keeping him from sleeping.
He got to meet his godfather on Monday, the 4th and was baptized on Tuesday. His godmother was not able to be here, however he was able to talk with her on the phone that evening.
Going back to routine, now that I think about it, if I nurse him around 11pm, he’s usually good until about 330 or 4 and then he’ll nurse again, then sleep until about 730. So I guess he’s getting a good chunk of sleep during the night (which means, in theory, that I am as well, ha.)
His favorite activities are snuggling, sleeping, and talking to the ceiling fan. I’m sure I caught him have a deep philosophical conversation with it today.
So there you have it, a sleep deprived mama blogging about her youngest 🙂 It’s not profound, but I’ll be happy I did this so that I can remember the things he did at this point.