Baby slept the whole night through, only waking for a little bit at 11:30. He is still asleep. This small feat feels as important as anything I've ever done in the entire of my life.
I love this baby. I mean I LOVE this baby. He's all I think of. When I close my eyes to sleep, I see his face smiling back.
He'll be with us until at least April, perhaps longer. Luckily, every day is stretched out and no moment escapes us. I can't believe he's only been here for 2 weeks. How can that be? Maybe it's all that lost sleep that makes the days and nights go on forever?
I'll have a shop update today with some fun things. Not quite as many as I'd planned but these days are not my own anymore. Gone are the days of glue and glitter all afternoon.
Baby just made a peep that echoed through the house thanks to the monitors planted in the kitchen and our bedroom. Quick as a whip, Rich jumped up from where he was sitting next to me to go get him. With slightly less pep in his step, Rich just came back down the steps saying in utter amazement "he's still asleep!" What's that Talking Heads song about waking up the baby?