I just went back and read this post after I finished writing it and guys, it is ALL OVER THE PLACE. My brain! It is sleepy. I’m sorry in advance.

It’s been an AFTERNOON. I sat down to write a totally different post, but I’m just too tired.

I’ve discovered my mood since Owen was born is directly related to how well he naps. I bet you can guess how well he napped today.

I gave up on the whole “nap training” thing a few weeks ago, when trying to get him to sleep — anywhere — without me during the day resulted in nothing more than horrible, gut-wrenching screaming. His, not mine, although I cried a lot too. Don’t get me wrong, I love lying down with him and nursing him to sleep. But once I do, I’m stuck. Totally. From one to two hours at least and as much as I love him, I really need an hour to myself. Even if it’s just to do the dishes, take a shower…or sit on the couch.

Sometimes on a good day, he’ll unlatch from my breast and I can sneak away. Usually for no more than 15 minutes before he wakes knowing I’m gone. Or other times he’ll unlatch and the moment I try to ease out of the bed, he wakes and starts searching for me with his little open bird mouth; a heat-seeking missile, target: my boob. If I don’t give it to him, he fully wakes up and cries.

Sigh.

I don’t know if it’s something he will grow out of, or if instead, I’m creating an unbreakable nap time habit. Either way, I decided to try again today to get him to nap in the crib.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO.

Tell me this is a phase. Please? Pretty please? Like, one day he’s just going to roll over and nap all by himself. Right? RIIIIIGHT? (Meh.)

Anyway. This post has no real direction and the screen is kind of swimming as my eyes cross from tiredness. And it’s only 6:30. And I should probably make something for dinner.

Thank god he sleeps well at night. Well, he did. Now that he’s approaching 8-months he has decided to be right on target for that pesky sleep regression that many kids go through at this age. Teething, growing and what not. He’s definitely started hurling himself all over the place, so I’m pretty sure the beginnings of crawling are in our near-ish future, keeping his brain going a mile a minute, even when he’s trying to sleep.

At least he’s cute. I mean, really cute. And happy. My little rubber ducky.

Do ducks nap? It would be great if ducks napped…

(omigod what am I talking about?)

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