shades of henry

oh, hey there. i'd like you to meet morning henry. he wakes up chipper and smiley, ready to take on the day. he puts up with bright camera flashes and allows for some down-time while his mother attempts to clean the not-so-clean-since-baby house. laundry even gets a little attention sometimes, if we're all on our best behavior.

by 10 o'clock, he looks like this.

fat 'n not-so-happy.

he's realized by now that the fun guy who's always hanging around on the weekends isn't going to be here today (mom is the boring one), and he's less-than-impressed. believe me, buddy, mommy's not all that happy about it either. because although quality time with my little huckleberry is my favorite, 24/7 of the little munchkin starts to wear on a mama's sanity. in my defense, last night mr. h. allowed for some measly spurts of 1 hour sleep sessions between 12 and 6:00am. i managed to bank 2 hours (total, we don't do consecutive sleep hours around here) before our main man decided to wail at 4am in a threat to burn down the castle, or at least wake the innocent neighbors. in all of his tuckered out glory, that boy can scream. but we made it through another one, thanks to my friend la-z-boy, who softened the fall at 6 this morning when henry finally put down his swords and surrendered to the mighty fine god of sleep. his mother was too tired to climb the eiffel tower of stairs to attempt (and most likely fail) to lay henry down in his perch beside our bed, so we cuddled (and sweated) together in harmony while the sun rose and our favorite daddy left us for work.

one of these days, my henny will smile after 9am and finally become a real live newborn who sleeps more than 3 hours a day. or maybe not :)