A Day Like Any Other

Yesterday after an uneventful morning, Max did his bid'ness after eating so I tossed him up on the ol' changing table, where he swung his arms and kicked his legs with abandon until Bug was finally annoyed enough to move.
I took off the diaper, cautiously, having learned. He let loose with a squirt of pee, so I tossed the diaper back. Ha ha. I'd outwitted him.
After a pause I checked again. Cease fire. I left the diaper open and reached for the fresh one. A light stream arced up and hit his shirt. I dried his skin and put on the new diaper then changed his shirt. I picked him up in order lay out his NASCAR driving suit and his leg felt wet. I dried off his leg only to discover that now his back felt wet. I cautiously opened the diaper. Squirt. I threw the diaper back and waited. I checked again. Ceasefire. I took the diaper off and reached for one dry on the outside and inside. This time an even higher, more majestic arc, golden in the lamplight, dousing his legs and the changing pad. I let him go. You can't stand in the way of greatness and clearly he was toying with me.

O.K.

I ran him a bath.




Later, he took two naps in the crib, one for less than 30 minutes, the second time -swaddled- for an hour and ten minutes. This sleeping on his own business is a major new development since approximately Friday. He has begun to let us know that the sling isn't the perfect answer every time now, but neither is the crib. We're all trying on new sleeping arrangements and it seems to be working. Sort of.

Jerking awake, he found himself alone and hungry and launched into a full scream for a while. A long while. We let him cry in the crib, our arms, the sling, and tried them all again and finally settled on the sling, where he subsided into a restless sob that tapered off slowly until he finally slept. And slept. Past his dinner time.

It goes in cycles. A few days of happy Max, and then days of this. Finally the gas or the hunger or both wakes him fully, and he is hungry, long overdue. Meals are hard because he is distracted by everything. He eats adequately but cannot quite focus, with that supplement hose always causing trouble. He works hard. So does G. This goes on in bursts all night. Wake eat sleep wake eat sleep. Not every night, but most nights.

This goes on too:






And now the sun is coming up and everyone's asleep but me. Finally. How can you beat that? Goodnight.