At night he likes to wake me up often to remind me that he loves me and to see if I'd be willing to give him just a little bitty snacky wacky. I don't have the energy to resist, so there's a lot of back and forthing from the bed to the bassinet. Sometimes I wake up and he's in bed with me and I don't remember how he got there. Sometimes I wake up and Dootle is in bed with me and I don't know how he got there. Then I realize he's not Dootle, and I put him back in his bassinet. Sometimes I forget which direction I faced him the last time I fed him so I drag him out confidently by his feet. He objects every time, which might be the only thing that keeps me from trying to feed his feet. Oh, the adventures of sleepless nights.
In other news for today -- I did have plans this afternoon but they fell through. Broken cars, stuff like that. It's all good though. Instead we have napping (not me, sigh) and blogging and... maybe another cup of coffee for comfort. Also, a fun interview at Naptime Diaries.