I really like sleep. Or I used to, anyway. Sam’s doing great great great, in general, but isn’t sleeping too well lately. He went to bed last night at around 8p, then woke up at 10p, 11p, 12:30a, 2a, 5a, 6:15a. Then we got up and played at about 7:15a. Yikes. That was more than usual, but not a lot more — he’s been waking up 3 or 4 times a night lately. Much harder on Kathy than on me, of course. I’d imagine it’s hard on the little guy, too, but he seems pretty happy in general. We go to sleep each night optimistic that he’ll make the switch.
In other (and somewhat related) news, Sam’s tried his 2nd food (2nd after Mom’s milk, and not including Tylenol, which isn’t all that great a meal). Rice cereal! Yum! Well, sort of. I guess. First time was last week — I fed him but didn’t end up getting much inside his belly. Kathy tried last night, with much more success. He’s working on figuring out the mechanics, which is fun to watch. We had high hopes that it would result in sleep, but no. Oh well.
He’s still the greatest.