* Once again we are besieged by sleep disruptions, but this doesn’t make me as crazy as it used to. Tired, yes; frantic, no. I think the difference is I have zero expectations about getting a good night’s sleep anymore. They broke me in.
* I was doing great with having Julius sleep in the bassinet most/all of the night, but since he is now teething like a maniac he frequently spends the ENTIRE night latched on to my boob or waking up every hour, and wakes up if I try to move him out of our bed. So, that’s fun.
* We had the weirdest night… ohhh, EVER… with Miles on Wednesday/Thursday. He went to bed normally at about 7:30 and then maybe around midnight he woke up and was just kind of tossing and turning and softly babbling in bed for sooo long that I finally brought him downstairs to try to let Mike sleep. But then of course Julius woke up wanting to nurse. The long & short of it was Miles was up until 6 am, wide awake, playing with toys and generally acting like it was the middle of the day. He finally fell asleep from about 6 in the morning until 9 and was full of energy all day long. Is there a way to bottle that?
* Julius is a really cute baby. I know I don’t write about him much, but, you know, he’s just doing baby stuff. And he’s so happy most of the time, there isn’t much to report. He is, in fact, so adorable that he’s giving Mike baby fever something awful!
* Miles has been calling me “Neh-Nee,” which I thought for a while was a bad pronunciation of Mommy, but after hearing him say Mama clearly it dawned on me that he is calling me Honey, which I call him all the time without even thinking about it. “Come here, Honey,” “let’s put your shoes on, Honey.” He uses it the same way, “Sit chair, Neh-nee,” “Snack, Neh-nee?” So so cute!
* He has continued to call me Mama, not VERY often, but regularly, and more often when Mike is home (makes sense – there is no need to differentiate whom he’s talking to when it’s just me here). It’s funny that he distinctly says Mama though we’ve always called me Mommy. I like it. I more than like it. I don’t know why I feel so strongly about it since he is very physically affectionate toward me and I love that too, but hearing him say Mama overwhelms me with joy. I’ve waited two and a half years for him to say my name and mean it, and it makes my heart sing.