Yesterday went off without a hitch.
We have now made it two nights in a row that Jack made it from at least 9PM - 5AM without a feeding. That is truly awesome, except for the fact that he has done it both nights while sleeping on my chest, as I "sleep" in the recliner. Its a bad idea to get him used to sleeping like that, but I really wanted to see if the not-needing-feeding thing was legit or a fluke. Now that we know he can make it all night without a feeding, we will focus on getting him to do so in his crib. And then someday (still so far away)... sleep shall come to the House of Mills.
Today... well, we are off to a bit rougher start. Jack decided to spit up what felt like his entire 9AM feeding...while I was changing his daily mess (he is becoming more regular than a middle-aged man that drinks 4 cups of coffee each morning). So basically, I had to deal with extremes from all ends... not cool. After I got him all cleaned up, Jack and I had a heart to heart about Daddy's expectations and Jack's actions... needless to say, I don't think we will see any repeat performances out of the little guy; he promised to step in-line while Daddy is running the ship.
Today we are going to head out to the Legend's @ Village West so Daddy can get some new running shoes at the Nike store (psuedo-outletish). It should be about a 20-25 min drive each way, and is a pedestrian type mall (and it is super nice outside today), so it will be our longest journey together yet. We will take our time and spend some time in the sun. Also, I will be sure to pack multiple outfits in MY diaper bag (way better than Lindsey's). After our last experience at BabysRUs, where Jack decided to unload a doozy on us, and our "back-up" outfit was nowhere to be found (we had to buy an outfit at the store and dress him right there...classy!), I will never be without a backup (or 2).
Side note: Yesterday, we went to the post-office to mail our taxes and some other stuff Lindsey sold on e-bay. It is amazing how differently people treat you when you have a baby in your arms. An 80 year old lady offered to open a door for me (I still didn't let her...that is just not right). I think she was picking me up (Jack = chick magnet! ). Just kidding.
Wish us luck!
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