Our latest activity is Logan's refusal to sleep in a crib, even for a few minutes. Which means if I want to get ANY sleep, I give in and let him sleep on me, in The Chair. Last night this went on from 11:30pm until morning.
Austin Ali readers, meet The Chair:
|See that nice crib to the right? Collecting dust.|
There are granola bars in that basket on the bookshelf
for when Logan Bear holds me hostage.
Sometimes I eat like 4 at a time as a meal.
Here. Look a little closer. We bought this chair about 3 months ago (yes it was new), and it already looks like some old man (no offense, Dad) has spent 77 of his 80 years on this earth swass-ing it up.
To be clear, I don't have swass. At least right now I don't. I guess it looks that way from all of the rocking and shh-shhhh-it's-ok-ing it's been getting...??
Want to hear something funny? I sent Kari a recording of Logan crying, and she tried to save it as the ringtone for when I call her (which I never do anymore). Well, she accidentally set for when ANYONE calls her. So, Logan is wailing away in Boston several times a day.
And as some of you know, I also like to send around pictures of Logan Bear doing this:
I sent a few to Kari over the weekend, and her BBM response was this:
Kari: "OMG. All the pix add up to a lot of questions?"
Me: "Yeah? What questions?"
Kari, two days later: "Haha, I was hammered when I wrote that. I don't even know what it means."