It was a really nice afternoon...and we managed to leave before Logan turned into a pumpkin (i.e., had any sort of meltdown). We tried to time his naps for the long car rides and it paid off...
Today is another gorgeous day in the NW. Never fear, it's supposed to rain again tomorrow...
The morning started off fantastically with smiles. The little one woke up at about 6:20am and I could tell there was no getting him back to sleep after feeding him. We had some great play time and then he had an hour long nap.
I had planned on another workout at the gym today...it was time to get into the pool and get some laps done (and I'm sore from my pathetic run yesterday). However, I didn't factor a stop at costco into the POD (plan of the day) and by the time I dropped Logan off at daycare, I was going to run short on time prior to my chiro appt. Shoot. So, I went to the chiro appointment (ahhh...bliss!) and then felt I had a few more minutes till picking Logan up. I stopped for a coffee, answered some email, etc.
If only I would have known that L didn't sleep at all today (so, he was up for well over 2 hours) - even though the day care people tried rocking him to sleep. They finally gave him his 2nd bottle even though he wasn't really "due" for it...shoot. If I had been 15 minutes earlier, I could have avoided that other bottle.
Luckily, I know to put him right from carseat to crib when this happens...and almost 2 hours later, he's still napping soundly...
At least I think he is. Since I don't peek in on him - I have no way of knowing if he's really asleep in there or is just lying awake. But, he tend to stir a little more once he wakes up.
Or that's what I tell myself when I hear him squeak a little at 5am, "I'll just wait till I know he's up for sure" and by then I've fallen back asleep and it's 6am. Ignorance is bliss...or bad parenting. :-)
Finally, some Sabot love. I've been demanding of this poor guy - forgetting that he's been "our boy" for the last 9 years and expecting him to adjust overnight to a little one and the demands that he places on us. Sabot has been our baby and focus of lots of attention in that 9 years...and he now follows me around the house frequently like he's starved for love (which, I can assure you - he's not).
Here's a few pics of our first baby...and, sadly - we occasionally find ourselves calling Logan "Sabot" - although I think we've only done it 3-4 times.