...and party every day.
Sawyer is a whopping four and a half months old. Crap. On the 13th, he will be five months old. How did that happen?
He is now adept at rolling over. He also weighs 15 pounds. The combination of these facts means that we are DONE with swaddling. Done.
I will miss you, Miracle Blanket.
Despite the fact that I love sleeping on my stomach (and heartily missed it during both of my pregnancies), Sawyer is not currently so inclined. He also seems to think that night time should be an all you can eat buffet. I disagree.
We are crying it out, people.
It's very serious.
Hope you can stare down someone with your best intentions in mind today.
Talk soon,
Heather
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I love this post.
ReplyDeleteI applaud the KISS reference. Well played!
ReplyDeleteOh that face. He looks so different than Jack did at that age!