Michael turned three months old on Tuesday. He is getting so big. His new favorite game is bouncing in his jumperoo, and he has started responding with occasional laughter to some tickling and some of Mama's funny faces, although he won't consistently laugh at the same things yet (tickling still gets a "what are you doing, you crazy person?" look more often than a laugh). He is still much to busy to be bothered napping for more than 30 minutes at a time, and our spurt of nights spent sleeping for five and a half hours at a time during our visit to Nebraska has regressed back to two hours at a time. Alex and I are just trying to hang in there and make it until summer. Everyone tells us his sleeping will get better... my response (sometimes verbal sometimes not) is a pleading "When?!" I suppose it's not likely to get worse than one and a half to two hours at a time, but it is discouraging to be sleeping no better at three months than we were at three weeks.
This Lent has been hard - when it's going on 9pm and we've been trying for an hour to get Michael to go to sleep and stay asleep and he wakes up yelling for the third time and I'm trying to nurse him back to sleep but can't stop thinking about the papers waiting for me to grade... all I want is chocolate. Chocolate and sleep. Chocolate and sleep and a quiet hour to relax with Alex without anxiously waiting for Michael to wake up yet again. But through it all I am continually reminded that Michael is our path to sanctification. I'm not always in a very reasonable frame of mind to appreciate this, but it helps to remember it all the same!
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