Sunday, Bloody Sunday

OK, just 'bloody' like the English mean it. We got him down in pretty good time last night, and were confident we were dialed in to this little guy. So, he got up at 2am, administered Orajel, then got him back down. Got up again sometime around 4:45, and was inconsolable. Due to the fact he seems to cry less when he is on our bed, we decided his crib 'mattress' needed to be firmer, and stripped it back down to it's original (and modest) 2" thick futon-style 'mattress' (which is more like a cushion for patio furniture). While we were all waiting for him to fade out so we could put him down, we all passed out in our bed.

So there we slept nicely until about 7:30; I was having a dream about getting a nice deep-tissue massage on my back by some very noisy Central Asian masseuses, when I woke to realize it was Cam kicking the crap out of my back and screaming. Again, inconsolable. Tried to change him; peed on bed (him, not me); mom 'takes one for the team' and stays up with him, while I wash the duvee and blow-dry the comforter. I lay down to catch some Z's until Buff can put him down again. Fast-forward to 10:30am - Buff brought him in from the living room, and put him down. I get up - now they are asleep, and I am awake. Miraculously, I have a 52kb connection to the internet, but nothing new to say. We think it all has to do with the teeth he is getting in - he has 4 on top now, and still 2 on bottom. Sigh...


Pics we couldn't get loaded last night. Cam and Grayson with the turtle tub. Cam touched Grayson's head and given his teething issues, he was NOT happy.

He was smiling just before Buffy took the picture.