The Streak is Broken

Everett did not make it three nights in a row where he slept until morning.  He ended up waking up at about 2:30 last night, but luckily, he went to back to bed without much fuss once I got some formula in him.  I was looking forward to being able to brag about how I got him to sleep through the night the entire time I was looking after him, but that is now completely ruined.  Now, I'll just have to brag about how he didn't drive me to insanity, but that is partly because we don't have a car (Emily took it) and society really frowns upon babies being behind the steering wheel.  I really don't need to throw a bunch of parental "faux pas" out there, because I'm sure I'll do enough of them just fine over the years without even trying.

My sanity is intact, though I am incredibly tired.  This is with Everett being the dream baby.  I started wondering why I was so wiped out.  I then realized that even though Everett has been clocking about 8 hours of sleep a night, I haven't.  I haven't gone to bed when Everett goes to bed.  I put him down and then try to do some pay copy.  This means that when Everett wakes up at 5:00, I have about 5 hours max of sleep.  I've also woke up a few times in the middle of night, probably because my baby is subconsciously worried I'll miss my child's desperate cries for sustenance.

Everett has gone to visit grandma now.  So, I am obligated to once again give out a mighty cheer to grandparents that live in the same city.  It is a wondrous thing.  Something we rarely take advantage of, especially considering how willing they are to take him.  I'm glad for it today.  As much as things have been amazing, it is nice to get a small break from my little cherub.  It also allowed for some serious Summit and daddy bonding time.

The milk rationing epidemic is officially over.  I caved in, and asked the grandparent to pick up some extra formula.  So, now Everett can chug away, and I don't have to worry about deciding if juice or Coke is better for a baby to drink.  I love when disaster is averted.  This is also a disaster that I'd never have been too worried about 10 years ago.  This is a good thing.  10 years ago Christopher wasn't really in a healthy daddy zone.  Let alone was I someone who'd even know where to get formula for a hungry baby.

My brain is a little mushy, and so I think I'll end things here.  I'm alive.  That is a pretty important thing.  I'm also eagerly looking forward to the return of my wife.  Partly because it is much easier to be a parent when you have a teammate, but also I just really miss my beautiful wife.  I think such feelings are good when it comes to a healthy marriage.

Hope your Saturday has been magnificent.