The thirty minutes I had to write this just got cut down to twelve because my precious baby boy decided to wake up. After only an hour of sleep. I love being a mom, I really do. But the constant waking up multiple times every night is wearing me out. I know it's a normal part of motherhood with an infant, but I don't think I ever realized how much I relied on getting a decent number of continuous hours of sleep. You see, I probably get eight hours of sleep at night. But as it turns out, I don't just need eight hours of sleep. I need eight continuous hours of sleep. Or six for that matter! I got six continuous hours of sleep one night a couple weeks ago and it was magical. I felt so rested! But getting three hours, then two, then an hour and a half, then two...it's not the best. I did this way back (hah!) when Logan was first born, but I kind of looked at it like bootcamp. Just power through the first couple of months and then things will improve. And the depressing part is that they did! For about a month, he was sleeping eight+ continuous hours each night! I was on cloud nine. I felt like the most blessed new mom in the world. But then Logan decided it wasn't any fun to sleep so much. And here we are. He still wants to eat every two hours during the day, and will not go back to sleep at night without nursing. In fact, the last couple of days he's hardly been willing to go to sleep for his naps without nursing. And since his "awake period" is only about an hour to an hour and a half, he eats when he wakes up and then wants to eat again to go to sleep. No wonder the silly four-and-a-half month old baby is already moving up to 9-month clothes! (Not all clothes are created equal. He still fits in Carter's six month quite well. [Side note: I love Carter's. Soft, durable, cute. I. Love. Carter's.] But there are a number of other brands that he's even outgrowing the 6-9 month size... My breast milk must be akin to heavy cream.)
[If you thought a new paragraph meant a topic other than my baby, you will be very disappointed.] Logan is over 17.5 lbs., so I'm not sure how much longer I can carry his carseat with him in it. My arm muscles can't grow as fast as he is. (But my arms are getting much stronger! I'm like an awesome arms-only body builder. Except not really.) You know what though? I really really love my baby boy. I may cringe and my heart may stop when I hear him maybe possibly waking up on the monitor, but I still wouldn't trade my days (and nights) with him for anything. [OK, I might trade the nights for some sleep...but that's beside the point.] I'm talking in circles. It's the sleep deprivation. (aka, my official excuse for everything!) Oh yeah, and Logan's new favorite thing to do is grab my face. He especially likes to grab my lips with a death grip that rivals all death grips. It's so painful and he just keeps squeezing tighter until I'm convinced my whole mouth is bleeding. There's never actually been any blood, but boy does it seem like there should have been. He also loves to roll to his tummy. Though sometimes he rolls to his tummy even though he doesn't want to. Then he gets upset and I flip him back over... but we end up in a vicious cycle. Then it's usually nap time.
I really love chicken. I don't know that I need any other meats in my life. Except breakfast sausage. I've been making pancakes and sausage at least once a week because...well, because I love pancakes and sausage. I also love chocolate chip cookies, and we're out of cookie dough. My hair keeps getting more and more straight as the weeks go by. I'm losing hope that my curls will ever come back. It might be time to simply mourn their loss, and move on. It only took me about eighteen years to like my curly hair. Hopefully I'll embrace straight hair a little bit quicker. Sabre pulled a box through his doggy door. He couldn't push it though, so he went out the door, then stuck his head back in and pulled the box through. He's too smart for his own good. Logan loves to watch the dogs walk around. But if they get close to his face to lick him, he starts swatting at them. And he's pulled on Sabre's fur a couple times. Luckily, Sabre doesn't seem to notice. Tatum, on the other hand, runs away if he even reaches for her. And from what I can tell, Logan seems to be more interested in Tatum than Sabre. He must know she's a little more skittish and wants to break her of it.
My eyes are getting itchy, which means it's time to rest them. Maybe next time I won't only write about Logan... but don't hold me to that. I'm not sure I have it in me.
