A Day Full of Ladies

Brady was a fabulous sleeper last night. He slept with us from 10:30pm to 3:45am and again from 5:30 to 8am. It felt great.

We had our first lunch with the ladies of book club (Kelly, Alicia & Lindsay). Brady slept the first part of the outing on Aunt Kelly's shoulder. Then he gave mom a generous five or ten minutes to eat her salad before starting to fuss. The waiter brought mom's check lickity-split and we bailed before the business-lunch crowd could shoot any dirty looks our way. Mom's still a scaredy-cat in that respect.

Then the ladies of postpartum yoga came by for a neighborhood walk. Brady slept during the first lap but by the second cul-de-sac he was fussing for a good burp. I granted his wish, but soon he was fussing to eat again. He ate every two hours today.

Dad is off dining with a friend so I'm on bedtime duty. We introduced an evening schedule to the boy on Sunday night. How's it going by day three? Well, he gets sleepy by the time we put him down. But then he squirms about, grunting and trying to get his arms out of his swaddle for two to three hours until I feed him again and put him in bed with us. At least he's mostly quiet while he's in his crib. He really digs his twilight turtle nightlight that Grammy bought him. It casts some pretty cool constellations on the nursery ceiling. It's comforting to me, too!

Yippee! Dad's home. And he brought me leftover pizza! See ya next time!