Thursday, October 23, 2008

120 Days of (no sleep til' Brooklyn) Maggie Jo




Wow. What a crazy month. We moved to a new house, (yes again!!) and now that we have Maggie our "stuff " seemed to have multiplied exponentially- and we already had a bunch of stuff... It wasn't too bad though, moving across town (versus across the country)and allowed us some extra time, although I am not sure if that was good or bad as we seemed to let it drag out a bit. Thank goodness for Amiel's folks helping us out. I am not sure but I think we might have given up that first moving day if they hadn't shown up to keep Maggie occupied! But we are here now still with a ton to unpack-picking at it slowly. It all sits in the garage and I spent my time pretending that it is not there until my much more ambitious husband comes home from work.
Our little baby girl is getting big and is very, very cute. She is incredibly active now and "moves" constantly-we call her the wiggle worm. She babbles all the time, smiles a ton, giggles when tickled, is turning over (sometimes) and can "spin" around if laying on her back. She also loves to stand when held and has been enjoying time in her Johnny Jumper. She has also seemingly decided that sleeping is for wussies, and even though we have spent time trying to convince her Mom and Dad are definitely wussies, she doesn't seem to care. Once upon a time in an alternate universe, (that I still am hopeful to return to), she would take naps and was even sleeping through the night, usually waking only once in the early morning. But that was apparently not meant to last. Amiel and I have never been as tired as we are right now in this minute. We both pretty much have a bedtime of 8:00 and are fearful every time our heads hit the pillow of the dreaded nightwakings that are occuring regularly now. Hopefully, by next month this will have worked itself out. I don't know. Actually I'm sleeping right now while I type this post.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Maggie!!

Lookin good there kid. Jake loves his Johnny Jumper in a big way, but I didn't know it was called that. And we hear you on the tiredness - I'm not afraid to rock an 8 pm bedtime myself. I love when I wake up in the night and the clock says 1 or 2, I'm like 'Yessss. Few more hours of sweet, sweet sleeeeepppp...'