Entering new phase

Maybe he thought his parents were getting waaay too much sleep. Whatever the reason, Dexter decided as at yesterday that he would now like to nurse every two hours instead of every three. This means even less to no sleep at all since by the time he finishes nursing and by the time he is swaddled and settled in bed, an hour is gone. This means an hour is left to do whatever we want and right now the choices are: eat, sleep, or do a load of laundry (okay, maybe blog a little but only if Jon is around!).

Maybe it's time to start experimenting with introducing the bottle (breast milk only NOT laced with rum which is apparently the proud tradition in Nova Scotia -- mighty tempting, I must say!).

Another new thing is that he is now crying real tears (I guess the tear ducts are working). It is frustrating enough to see a squirmy, crying baby, and now he ups the pathetic-poor-suffering-baby quotient by adding real waterworks. And of course Dexter is entering this phase just as grandma leaves and mom is going to be alone for the first time! Oh no. What's a mother to do?