One of the best and worst thing's about having a child is the unpredictability of it all. One second he's doing awesome, playing in the 'jumper thing' having a meaningful conversation with the plastic whale in front of him....and then he pounces on the head of the whale like a cat on a mouse. The time for conversation is over. He's chewing on it, batting it around and then finally, fed up with the lack of response, he just starts yelling at it. Then he cries.
This is the new sequence of events that is starting to become common place during our days together. He goes through his routine with the whale and other 'friends of the circle' and then I take him out, we have a chat and some tummy time...go check out what's going on outside at the Lake and then he sleeps or eats at Lindsay's office. I can only describe the day as a blur. At the end of the day, my leg's are heavy but my mind is weightless, it feels like a great day at work.
He's all about 5:30 am now...which we aren't. The sunshine seems to be less friendly to us sometimes, as soon as he see's a thimble of light coming from the window, it's all over. Let's hope in winter he sleeps in a bit...
Blackout blinds....Blackout blinds...Blackout Blinds....
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