Zzzzzz

The Boy kept us up all night long screaming like a banshee.  He went to bed last night fairly early, fell asleep in my arms with a bottle in his mouth at 8:30.  That seems to be the trend these days, bath, bottle, bed.  He's also been sleeping all through the night more and more often, so imagine my surpise when I am rudely awakened in the middle of the night by screaming in the next room.  I brought him to bed with us, which usually makes him pass out for the rest of the night, only last night, he screamed, and screamed, and screamed... Then Midnight decided to start drinking (loudly) from the toilet, and my boobs hurt (stopped nursing on Saturday), and Alex was screaming, and I thought I was in some crazy nightmare.  John kept telling me that I was keeping everyone awake by yelling at the dog.  But I didn't feel like I was yelling.  I was confused.  And tired.  And frustrated.  And in pain. And my baby was screaming and my dog was drinking out of the toilet and my boobs were throbbing...

Finally around 4 am we got everything sorted out.  Thanks to John of course.  He let the dog out, got Alex a bottle and came back to bed and held both Alex and I until we both calmed down and fell asleep.

John and I woke in the morning (after 30 minutes of "snooze" hitting) like zombies, moving around the house in a daze while Alex was his happy perky little self. I took him on our morning walk this morning and he "sang" and squealed at the horses the whole time while drinking his breakfast bottle.  At least one of us is in a good mood this morning.