Sleep To Live!

Song of the Day: Sleeping To Dream by Jason Mraz

Somewhere between Durham and Greensboro on I-40 is a mattress company, factory, store, something or another whose motto is Sleep To Live.

That very well might be the Barringer motto these days. Sleep To Live, or, Sleep To Stay Sane.

Thankfully, Mr. Adlai decided to sleep from 10PM to 7AM last night.

!!!!!!!!!

And we lived today. Lived like human beings. Well, Adlai seems to do just fine, whatever the amount of sleep. It's me and Fitz that were not so much like zombies today.

A good night's rest and a pot of coffee this morning for me, and all was right with the world again!

So hopefully, tonight will go just as well. We'll see how it goes!

You look well rested, sir. 

Snow! Sharks!

Song of the Day: Cold Is The Night by The Oh Hellos

It's snowing here in Charlotte, NC! Pictures of the snow to come later...

But now, a shark:

Let the Teething Begin!

Song of the Day: New song released from FATT! Out Of My League by Fitz and The Tantrums

I read somewhere that parenting is always two steps forward, one step back. Well, I think we've taken about three steps back, but that's OK because Adlai is the cutest baby in the world. I can say that because I'm his momma. But here's some proof:

Adlai enjoying his Bumbo seat...good thing we got it out of the closet because his legs might be too fat for it next week...

So about two weeks ago, out little angel figured out what sleeping through the night was all about. I thanked him every morning for being able to sleep from midnight to 6:30AM. I was turning back into a real person. One that made sensible choices and folded laundry and even made Chicken Marsala for dinner. 

But this past week, no such luck. Back up at 1, 2, 3 AM, and man, were we spoiled by the previous week. It's OK, we told ourselves. We know he can do it, we'll get back on track, no worries. Besides, our kid's a genius. And adorable. And smart. And cute. 

And then, last night. 

Feeding at 1AM, not so bad. But then what started as a whimper at 5:44AM quickly spiraled into inconsolable wailing. We changed his diaper. We rocked. We sang (I went through the entire James Taylor canon). I offered him more food, but no. I offered him his paci, but no. It wasn't until I stuck a washcloth corner into his mouth that he began to calm down as he chewed on it. Then, he fell asleep. 

Teething? The drool. The crankiness. The insatiable need to have something in his mouth at all times. I think we have a child who's teething. 

I can't believe our little munchkin is about to sprout teeth. 

It's true, they grow up so fast.