It may surprise some of my non-babified friends to know that infants sleep longer when they are full and dry. Crazy, I know.
Elliott had been napping most of the evening and I went to wake him for go pre-bedtime bottle. I turned on his lamp and he squinted his eyes. When I cooed, “Hey sweet boy,” he slowly opened his eyes, saw it was me then grinned a huge smile and sleepily wiggled around. It was as if I alone was a good enough reason to be woken up.
Ovary ‘splosion. Like I said, I can’t handle him. He is too sweet. He is going to make someone very happy one day. Well, someone he’s not already genetically related to. Times like this make me very happy.
Good night.
