Dylan had a rough night last night and, therefore, so did his mama. Up every two hours or so. I’m not sure what that was all about but it’s reduced my thinking capacity for today. So, I’m simply going to unload some of the flotsam in my brain:
- I was telling Dylan about his family today (you know, basic stuff: your Grandma & Grandpa Houlihan live in Wisconsin, your daddy is a teacher, your mama is an awesome singer, etc.) and I thought for a moment he was really engaged – his eyes were locked on mine and we had a good stare going for about five minutes. And then he filled his pants and smiled from ear to ear.
- Aside from smiling when soiling his diapers, he also smiles at the video baby monitor attached to the wall above his crib. I don’t know what it is about the tiny camera eye that lures Dylan in, but it’s kind of big brother-ish, and I’m not sure I like it that he likes it so much.
- I admit it. I drink day-old coffee. Only when I’m too tired to wash the carafe and make myself a new pot. Like on mornings like today. I’m discovering that lack of sleep makes me more prone to risk-taking behaviors. Hey…maybe that’s what I can blame my 20s on…