Pesky Baby.

Last night was a long night. LONG NIGHT. Josh woke up around 2:30am, crying and just plain sad. He would stop crying as long as I held him, but would scream and cry if I put him back in his crib. And this wasn't the normal "I just don't want to go to bed" cry. I could tell something was wrong. (Moms just know, right? You know when something's not quite right with your baby!) I think it was a combo of teething, his ear gumminess/infection, and just plain orneriness - a lethal Joshie brew!

So I held and held and held him. We dozed in the chair. But then he started getting upset being held in the chair, and still would not go back into his crib. He was so loud that I was afraid he would wake Spencer and Lance up. (Although I will admit I was more worried about Spencer's rest than Lance's!) So by 3:30am I settled us both into the day bed that we have in his room. (Side note: I inherited the daybed from my dad last year, and it's great! It's so nice to have an extra bed in the house when guests come or when you have a c-section and can't get into your real bed for a month. I'd take a picture of it but 1. I don't like the bedspread that's on it now and 2. Josh is in bed and there's NO WAY I'm risking waking him up!)

Like I was saying, I decided that the only way we would both survive the night was if I could get him to sleep somehow. He was snuggled up, taking his half out of the middle, and I was balanced on the very edge of the bed. I think he played, patted my head, and drank a bottle for about another 90 minutes or so, keeping me just on the edge of real sleep. We finally both fell asleep, him sprawled out and me trying not to fall off the edge. I woke up at at 7:30am with his foot in my face.

Needless to say, it's been a long day.

Number of 2+ hour naps today: Josh - 2, Maren - 0.

Number of hours weeding and doing yard work: Josh - 0, Maren - 2

Pesky baby.

(But it's hard to stay mad at such a cutie!)