Quick newsflash from cranky-land. Sleep deprivation is still the name of the name of the game. In fact, we seem to be regressing instead of moving anywhere toward "sleeping through the night." Lots of red-faced screaming when it's time to go to sleep. Lots of waking up in the middle of the night. Lots more red-faced screaming when it's time to go back to sleep after eating. Lots of pacing the house with a screaming 13-pound baby at 2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m. and 6 a.m. I'm convinced that the prisoners in Guantanamo get more sleep and are exposed to less psychological warfare. Four straight hours of uninterrupted sleep would be paradise at this point. That's our goal right now.
Here are a few pictures of Dylan in his bassinet in a rare moment of peaceful slumber. He is awake day and night and is quite literally driving us mad but he gets exponentially cuter by the day. Don't you agree? The bassinet was supposed to last 100 days. It lasted 85. We wake up every morning to find him with his feet hanging out the end. Today we turn it into a crib. Hopefully this bodes well for more sleep for all of us...
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