henry takes to sleeping, and other tales

henry takes his wax museums in stride.

it doesn't escape me that very little gets said around here that doesn't 110% have to do with my offspring. i'm not sure i'm sorry about that, and mostly i'm at a loss for anything else i could possibly write about because i lead the boring-est life ever outside of motherhood, and also, in too little time i will be sending my first born off to strangers who will take responsibility for his care during the day and before then i will take every last second i can find to tap out a monologue or seven about his day to day adventures. you're welcome.

let's talk about how i deserve mother of the year award for counting to approximately zero after giving birth to huckleberry before demanding coffee with a super high dose of caffeine, stat! i spent almost ten un-caffeinated months preparing for the very flavor of happy juice (or coffee, for you not-crazy folks) i would demand after the huckster presented himself and thought little - or not at all - about how not happy caffeine would make henry by way of his sole source of nutrients. and so i chugged two-ish cups a day to get me through the sleepless hours of life and wondered/complained constantly about how henry refused to nap during the day or sleep for any length of time at night. you know the ending to this sad tale already, so i won't bore you with the embarrassing details, but this genius mother finally realized the errors of her ways and has since switched to de-caf, with an extra shot of lots o' sugar. and they all lived (and slept) happily ever after. henry is currently resting soundly through his daily 1.5 hour morning nap, which will soon be followed up with a nice long 2-3 hour afternoon nap to take us into the evening. not to spoil the suspense, but yes, he does sleep fine through the night as well, with just one or two short feedings to break up the monotony of a solid night sleep for mommy. the end.

and because infants like to shake up the lives of their already-on-edge parents, henry decided to go on a feeding strike yesterday afternoon for ten gruesome hours. if you didn't know, huck recently weighed in at a lofty 14 pounds (95th percentile, if you're curious) at his 2 month check up, so it shouldn't surprise you that his feeding schedule is usually eat.all.the.time. when he continued to wail at the top of his lungs every time i tried to nurse him we started to panic. the doc on call assured us he was still fine, as long as he had tears, a moist mouth, and his soft-spot wasn't abnormally indented - check, check, check. but it was creeping on midnight and h still hadn't eaten. so i settled in for a not fun night of soothing my now very crabby baby, and sent joey off to bed (because he actually gets paid to work at his job, and we have to keep those financial assets flowing from somewhere!). but because henry has a sense of humor that won't quit, he agreed to eat at precisely the second joey's head hit the pillow. he's been eating fine ever since and slept like a prince all night long. 

these stories just couldn't get any happier. and now i'm off to make good okay use of my free time before henry the hungry hippo wakes from his slumber. have a good week!