What? It's Memorial Day?
I have spent this week in a sleepless haze, because Jacob has decided that sleep is for losers. Rage, RAGE against the morning people, he says! Last night he gave me a break -- he only awoke once, at midnight, and went back to sleep after an hour of tossing on my chest, sleeping until 6. And I was relieved, let me tell you, because each other night in recent memory he has awakened sometime in the ungodly middle of the night (1 or 2 or 3 AM) and stayed wide a-stinkin'-wake for at least two hours. The worst was Tuesday night, when he was awake from 1:30 until FIVE O'CLOCK and I finally plopped his squishy butt in the car and drove him to sleep.
I have no idea what is going on, but it could be one or more of a billion things. He could be hungry, since he was used to nursing one or three times through the night. When he gets in these sleep-fighting bouts, I usually offer him a cup of milk first. Sometimes he takes it; sometimes he takes it and hurls it to the floor. Another thing -- he is most definitely getting his two upper bicuspids simultaneously, so that could be bothering him. Sometimes, when I give him Tylenol, it seems to help, but it could also be that I resort to that after and hour and a half of him thrashing and screaming in my arms, and he's just tuckered himself out at that point. It could be allergies, which seem to have sprouted in Dada this spring -- for the first time ever in his life -- we suspect this may be what is causing Jacob's nonstop but mild runny nose. And of course, it could be his bum ankle. This part is improving, but slowly. If it's wrapped, he will walk on it, limping, if it means locomotion can help him reach a ball faster than his brother. Unfortunately, everyone but me seems to think it's a little swollen relative to his intact ankle. If he's not back to normal by Monday, I really want to call the doctor, but I don't know what more she can do.
Somehow, powered by coffee, we made it through the week. And what a reward awaits us this weekend! Uncle Chrissy and Aunt Jean are in town! (apologies to Jean for the horrible framing on her pic.)
Today we relaxed and hung out around the house and walked to the park and to the slushie mart. Tomorrow we are going to try out a (hopefully) lesser-known beach at a state park nearby, which additionally boasts an old lighthouse and a playground made from recycled tires.
But really, it doesn't seem to matter what we do, because these boys are madly in love with Chris and Jean. And we all know how Mommy feels about having extra pairs of eyes and hands around the house. I will be showering tomorrow, oh yes.
I have no idea what is going on, but it could be one or more of a billion things. He could be hungry, since he was used to nursing one or three times through the night. When he gets in these sleep-fighting bouts, I usually offer him a cup of milk first. Sometimes he takes it; sometimes he takes it and hurls it to the floor. Another thing -- he is most definitely getting his two upper bicuspids simultaneously, so that could be bothering him. Sometimes, when I give him Tylenol, it seems to help, but it could also be that I resort to that after and hour and a half of him thrashing and screaming in my arms, and he's just tuckered himself out at that point. It could be allergies, which seem to have sprouted in Dada this spring -- for the first time ever in his life -- we suspect this may be what is causing Jacob's nonstop but mild runny nose. And of course, it could be his bum ankle. This part is improving, but slowly. If it's wrapped, he will walk on it, limping, if it means locomotion can help him reach a ball faster than his brother. Unfortunately, everyone but me seems to think it's a little swollen relative to his intact ankle. If he's not back to normal by Monday, I really want to call the doctor, but I don't know what more she can do.
Somehow, powered by coffee, we made it through the week. And what a reward awaits us this weekend! Uncle Chrissy and Aunt Jean are in town! (apologies to Jean for the horrible framing on her pic.)
Today we relaxed and hung out around the house and walked to the park and to the slushie mart. Tomorrow we are going to try out a (hopefully) lesser-known beach at a state park nearby, which additionally boasts an old lighthouse and a playground made from recycled tires.
But really, it doesn't seem to matter what we do, because these boys are madly in love with Chris and Jean. And we all know how Mommy feels about having extra pairs of eyes and hands around the house. I will be showering tomorrow, oh yes.
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