The last two weeks Henry has decided that he is going to be a night owl. Well, he's always been a night owl, but he's taken it to the extreme. Instead of going down at his normal bedtime of 9:30-10:00, he's been staying up until 10:45-11:45. Then, he's sleeping in until 10:00-11:00 each morning. In theory him sleeping in sounds great, but it just perpetuates the cycle of staying up late and sleeping in.
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I got puked on....gross. |
Why is this a problem, you ask? Well, it takes away any bit of free time I used to have in the evenings. Time I use for couponing, hanging out with Morgan, and blogging. All three of these things have suffered.
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The last freeze pop. |
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Wearing my old bib, sitting in my old highchair. |
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Henry still doesn't like leaves. |
Since my blog time has been limited, I've had all these post ideas but no time to actually write them. So, I'm using this post as a lame way list these missed posts, post some related pictures, and to apologize for the recent lack of content. So here goes...
- Summer's Officially Over - we finished our last freeze pop.
- Henry's sleeping has gone from bad, to worse, to tolerable, back to horrible
- Mike Rowe and Dirty Jobs should feature motherhood, because it is one dirty job.
- I feel bad that I never feature Nettie's adoption day in a post - its March 8th. This year I'm going to do it.
- We took a trip to Eau Claire for our niece Jocelyn's birthday party, to hang out with my parents, and so Morgan could go hunting. Fun was had by all!
- Morgan got his army transfer orders! After 7 months. No more drilling for him! Hopefully we won't have any issues between now and January 2013 when his contract ends.
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The tray on the highchair was lost, so my Dad rigged one. |
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Playing inside the toy box. |
Well, I think that's it. I know that as soon as I publish this, I'll think of a couple more, but oh well. Time to let them go.