The best thing about this last month is that you started sleeping 5 - 6 hour stretches at night. Around the same time, my hallucinations stopped. So, that was awesome. We've pretty much gotten into a sort of schedule, which is nice for your anal mother who basically shuts down when things are in disarray.
5:00 a.m. You wake up to eat, and I think I wake up too.
5:45 a.m. You go back to sleep, and I pray your brother will choose to sleep past 7:00.
9:00 a.m. You wake up to eat and play.
11:00 a.m.ish You take a nap...in your swing...b/c that's the only place you'll nap. I try to prevent your brother from putting all your toys in your swing along with you.
1:00 p.m. You wake up to eat and play.
3:30/4:00 p.m. You take a nap with me...because I'm tired...and so are you...and your brother is sleeping, too.
6:00 p.m. You wake up to eat and watch the Wheel of Fortune/Jeopardy block. You love mocking Trebek.
8:00ish p.m. You take a little power nap.
8:45ish p.m. You wake up to eat again and dance the night away.
11:30 p.m. I plead with you to go to sleep.
Midnight/1:00 a.m. You go to sleep for the night.
So, about that 8:45 - 1:00 a.m. stretch...if we could go to bed before infomercials start, that would be great. Just throwing that out there.
Most importantly, you started laughing this month. It is the most mellifluous sound. I was de-linting your toes one night and heard this little giggle. I looked at you and you were smiling. So, I went back to de-linting your toes and you giggled again. It was fantastic. You're a regular Tickle-Me-Whitney without the matted, questionable red fur. Sometimes around 11 at night, you'll just look at me and start laughing. At first I was offended, but then I just started laughing back. We'll just laugh back and forth for 15 minutes. It's one of my favorite parts of the day. Just a couple of slap happy gals.
I should also mention that while you fit into your 3-6 months tops, you is-a sportin' a slight muffin top with the pants. Girl, you own that muffin-top. Your tummy just sort of spills over any pants I put you in. It is the most adorable little inter tube ever.
Other fun stuff from this past month: you met your great-grandpa Rick and great-grandma and grandpa Parker; you were the only one in our house to not come down with the stomach flu, and praise Jesus for that; we've replaced the batteries in your swing four times now, and I'm sure it will accompany you to college; during one particularly tearful car ride home from the grocery store, I discovered that you heart Beyonce (and why wouldn't you?); and you love my animal impressions (and why wouldn't you?).
There are no words.
I love you, my sweet Scout.