Rain

Lately Jett's been sleeping from about 8:00pm to 7:00am. Before you all tell me how lucky we are, consider that we don't get home until 6:00 or 7:00 at night, which only leaves one or two short hours with our baby in the evening. Tonight he fell asleep at 7:00. Seven! And he drank 16.5 ounces of milk while I was at work. 16.5!! That's a lot. The baby book says he's probably going through a growth spurt. I keep telling him to stop it, but he won't listen.



So the sleeping is getting better. He's still waking up a few times during the night, but when he sleeps, he sleeps soundly. For example, it could rain in his bedroom and he wouldn't even know it. How do I know this, you ask?

Oh, a little storm swept through the other night. Right through the windows. And the walls. Onto the window sills and the floor. It blew onto the chair and the pile of important stuff we keep in the Important Pile on the floor. It was great - really gave us an opportunity to see how quickly we could work in the dark while tiptoeing around a sleeping baby and dodging raindrops. We rigged up a nifty little system to funnel the water into Jett's bathtub instead of letting the rain water our carpet. We were up and down the ladder, tearing strips of masking tape (don't we have any duct tape?), rummaging through closets and toolboxes and looking for the flashlight and ripping cardboard boxes apart, and wondering how much this was going to cost us to fix because there is no way I'm letting either of us climb up a ladder outside of our 3rd story window just to run a bead of caulk - and hopefully that's all it needs.



All of this is running through my head. Then I look over my shoulder.



It's nice to have a sweet, sleeping baby to focus on when it's raining in your bedroom.