called sleep, indeed, as in we are not getting any. or very little, at the most. Finn seems to have an active and virulent vendetta against it. we've been trying all sorts of tips and techniques, but to little avail, and every time i put him down, whether for nap or night, i am afraid to breathe lest he awaken. seriously. almost literally. these are not so much fun times in our household. momma said there'd be days like this, indeed--she just neglected to mention how many of them!
other than this, we are doing well. Alastair is growing. he's so strong and alert and is becoming increasingly smiley and chatty, which is such a sweet blessing these days! Finn's lack of sleep is making him a bit cranky and demanding, and he certainly takes after his momma: sensitive, affectionate, intelligent, volatile. his wee little fiddle came yesterday; it's actually a size too big for him, or maybe even a couple of sizes, but he loves it and i love that he has it.
and so the days whirl by, despite the exhaustion and frustration they contain, and already it is mid-may. come quickly, summer and its visitors!
No comments:
Post a Comment