You'll have to forgive this post's total lack of cohesiveness. Having your sleep interrupted in regular intervals for days (soon to be months) on end is mentally taxing. Though, really, it's impossible to feel annoyed when you look over and see a little baby, swaddled up burrito style, who needs you, and only you.
Jack's face -- just inches away from me all night long -- makes the tiredness go away. (If only it brought back my cognitive function).
For some reason, blogger wanted to underline all of the text in this post, and I can't seem to fix it.
I didn't take any interesting photos of Jack today, so I'll share a picture of Family Feet from Tuesday. We walked down to one of the Yale colleges and hung out on the (pesticide treated? oops) grass for a bit.
His hands are so tiny... I don't believe that Jack's already gained half a pound:
No ducks were harmed in the making of this onesie:
Jack's had some great nights and some less-great nights. Sometimes he'll sleep for 3 or 4 hour clips (awesome); other times, he'd like to have his meals in 2 hour increments (doable).
P.S. Yes, there's an iPod app for that
P.P.S. It records pees, poops, diaper changes, and burps, too. Aren't you glad I spared you that chart?