Lights out, uh-huh!

Remember our nice tall windows? The ones that make our smallish condo seem a bit more spacious? The other night Brad and I were up at 11:00 at night covering them with superclassy black plastic garbage bags because our baby WILL NOT NAP! Ok, it's not that he won't at all. It's just that his naps are too short according to the sleep books. Apparently the sleep experts think his short naps are bad and will cause him to...well, I don't remember why they are bad because I'm now too sleep deprived to retain new information. But until now Tate would only nap in his bouncer in the living room (bad) after first being nursed by me (also bad). So Brad perched precariously on a ladder while I handed him garbage bags and tape until we got the job done. The next day we put Tate down in his nice dark room for his nap and he napped a whole 5 minutes. But today he napped in there for at least 45 minutes. Progress!

7 months!

I've pretty much decided that Tate is the perfect man. He likes to do everything I like to do, hangs on my every word, and laughs at all my jokes. The other day me saying "cool mist vaporizer" over and over got a huge laugh every time. I have no idea why.

Love hurts

Tate got his first kiss from a girl today. We were in mommy/baby pilates class and a little girl about Tate's age named Danica crawled over to where he was lying on his back and pressed her mouth to his face for a little kiss. Then she hit him on the forehead a couple of times before her mom and I could intervene. He just squinted and looked confused. Later in class she was off kissing some other baby boy. I told him that's just the way love goes sometimes.

Spring forward, fall asleep

Brad and I used to be notorious night owls. And we used to love to sleep in on the weekends. Back in our pre-Tate days I used to joke that we needed to add a morning person to our relationship to help us get up and be more productive on Saturdays and Sundays. Little did we know how much our 2-foot-tall morning person would shake things up.

In addition to being a morning person, Tate also plans ahead. He decided to spring forward a few weeks before the rest of the country and he now wakes up at 6 am every day instead of 7. Like clockwork. And he's also started waking up several times during the night. He seems legitimately hungry (growth spurt?) so I don't want to try letting him cry it out. Brad and I are both exhausted and looking pretty rough these days. I'm seriously thinking of blowing off the change to Daylight Savings Time this weekend and just operating on Sandra Time until we fall back in October. That's how much I want to hold onto that extra hour of sleep.

6 months!

Time just keeps flying! Tate is 6 months old now (or at least he was three weeks ago--we're a little late getting these up.)





From month 5 to 6 Tate started rolling over (stomach to back, mostly to get out of tummy time) but he didn't do it on a regular basis. We also started him on solids, and he didn't get really interested until right about 6 months when I started mixing applesauce with the rice cereal. At his 6-month checkup he was 14 lbs 15 oz. I think he was something like 26 inches long. All checked out well except the ped. wants me to go to an eye doc at Children's Memorial to make sure he's not cross-eyed. The ped. is 98% sure he's fine, but since Brad needed eye surgery when he was younger he'd rather have us be safe and get it looked at.

We're still enjoying him like crazy. Here's a sleepy shot of Brad and his Dad the morning Tate turned 6 months old.