Peace
My grandparents are here from Texas along with my Aunt and a cousin (one of the flower girls from my wedding, who is now 17 and applying for colleges... I remember her birth...EEK! I am getting old!)
I shipped Justin off to spend the night with them last night in Morgan Hill. He rode CalTrain with his Grandpa- given that he recently discovered Thomas the tank engine, this was a big event :)
The Mini-Minnie is now sleeping on me, and my arm will fall off soon (but she wouldn't go back to sleep when *I* wanted to sleep past seven, oh no ;) Whoever gave me the massive fluffly purple amorphous mass of blanketness, thank you.
Actually I should not complain- after the first couple of nights, my angelic little one has slept through the entire night for the rest of the week. I wake up every two hours or so to breastfeed her, so it's true that I don't get enough deep sleep. But we continue to be a happily cosleeping family. Let's put it this way- Matt and Justin are less than two feet away, and they don't wake up at all, because there's never any loud crying. It's more like "snuffle snuffle wiggle wiggle squeak" and by that time I've managed to get the milk into her mouth, and she and I go back to sleep. So I never have to get out of bed at night. I continue to think cribs are a bizarre invention thought up by sadistic people, but I realize I am in the minority, at least in this country.
That's it- the rest of my time is spent dreading having to go back to work in three weeks. Oh well. I'm as ready as I can be, I suppose.
I shipped Justin off to spend the night with them last night in Morgan Hill. He rode CalTrain with his Grandpa- given that he recently discovered Thomas the tank engine, this was a big event :)
The Mini-Minnie is now sleeping on me, and my arm will fall off soon (but she wouldn't go back to sleep when *I* wanted to sleep past seven, oh no ;) Whoever gave me the massive fluffly purple amorphous mass of blanketness, thank you.
Actually I should not complain- after the first couple of nights, my angelic little one has slept through the entire night for the rest of the week. I wake up every two hours or so to breastfeed her, so it's true that I don't get enough deep sleep. But we continue to be a happily cosleeping family. Let's put it this way- Matt and Justin are less than two feet away, and they don't wake up at all, because there's never any loud crying. It's more like "snuffle snuffle wiggle wiggle squeak" and by that time I've managed to get the milk into her mouth, and she and I go back to sleep. So I never have to get out of bed at night. I continue to think cribs are a bizarre invention thought up by sadistic people, but I realize I am in the minority, at least in this country.
That's it- the rest of my time is spent dreading having to go back to work in three weeks. Oh well. I'm as ready as I can be, I suppose.