It's 6am I must be dreaming

I’m not sure that what I had to go through last night was worth tonight’s bliss, but I’ll take it. Spencer and I had a marvelous time yesterday. We met the girls for girls’ lunch at Panera and it was delish -- it’s been a long time since I had Panera ... mmm, mmm good. Spencer was good fun and the girls took turns holding him and getting him to laugh.

Then we met Theresa and Alexa and baby Cash at the Ruby Tuesday’s in Tyrone and I had dessert (I didn’t mean to but boy was it good - strawberries and ice cream on this ridiculously-sized puff pastry that I didn’t chow into). After eating they took turns holding him through the mall and making him laugh, and then we went to the new Old Navy which now looks like every other teeny bopper store instead of the old warehouse style. It looks really good, but I’m mostly excited that they have new clothes that are super cute. I’m less excited that it seems like they have less sales. We shall see.

After that we went back to Tree’s house (hehe, treehouse ...) and hung out with the baby boys (Theresa got some cute pics of the boys ... Tree, I need those pics ) and had dinner which was also muy delicioso (do I care if my foreign spelling is right? I think not).

The problem was Spencer maybe slept a total of 1/2 hour the whole day ... 10 minute breaks in the car and a brief catnap at Tree’s, so on the 45 minute drive home which included a brief interlude at CompUSA to make an exchange, he screamed bloody freaking murder. I changed him in the uber-sketchy parking lot of CompUSA just in case that was his issue (it wasn’t) and held him for a few minutes outside the car which didn’t really help, but mostly he screamed. You know when he fell asleep? about 45 seconds before we got home. On a side note, we were listening to NPR all the way home to preserve my sanity and drowned him out and the one time he stopped crying was when the dude was talking between songs. Maybe I need a recording of that guy.

But we got home around 9:15pm, and I fed him as much as his little belly would hold and he slept ... from about 9:45 until 5am. 5am! That’s more than 7 hours! Christen woke me up at 4:30 and goes "I haven’t heard him, do you think he’s okay? Should we wake him???" but I had heard him make sleep noises here and there so I convinced him not to wake him, and he woke at 5am for food and changing. I’m pretty sure he’s back asleep now (I’ve been trying to keep myself awake for a few minutes after putting him down in case I have to get back up to insert pacifier) so I’m going to catch a few more zzz’s because he’ll be up between 7:30 and 8 and I doubt he’ll go back to sleep then. Toodles!

BTW, SwaddleMe+White Noise+Sleep Positioner= a great night’s sleep!