This was a Jekyll and Hyde kind of weekend. By day, the sun was shining and Max was laughing, talking, singing, and playing happily. But by night, he morphed into a colicky newborn, waking every two hours and only falling asleep after hours of being cradled and rocked. While "cry-it-out" does not work on boy who straddles the side of the crib, there has been no shortage of crying. These newborn nights have been creeping up all week but this weekend's nights were especially sleepless, not to mention the days nap-less. But despite his (and mine and David's) lack of consecutive sleep, Max was in a terrific mood all day and cracked us up with his ridiculous orders, such as "I coaching, daddy shoot!", and saying "ready, set, go" before we go down the slide together. If only he would take one big order, and finally go to sleep.
Chicken on a stick- breakfast of champions!
Warm enough to play outside, but cold enough for this snow to block our path to the playground
