Sleepy boy…and sleepy parents

To tide you over

Yesterday is both a blur and a frame-by-frame experience for me. The blurring probably started at about 1:00 in the morning when Devin, thinking he was still in Korea, figured that being up and about was the norm. At the same time, my eyelids were drooping and I was feeling a slight amount of desperation (and also thinking to myself, “One baby will be enough, thank you”).

That moment came, of course, after so many wonderfully happy ones. He’s a sweetheart. After a marathon flight from Seoul to Tokyo to Seattle to Detroit, he was handed over to two strangers and was absolutely fine with it. He’s been very lovable and happy, other than a few expected bouts of crying over soiled diapers and hungry tummies. And the doc pronounced him healthy and in great developmental shape. (Boy can that kid commando crawl.)

Now he thinks it’s nighttime so he’s attempting to emulate his normal eight-hour sleepfest. This is both a good thing and a bad thing. Good, because we’re able to put the house in some sort of order and find our bearings. Bad, because the little stinker is most likely going to be up again tonight. So it’s my plan to annoy him a bit today. If I can rouse him a few times, maybe he’ll sleep slightly more tonight. And we can too. Maybe being the key word.