I ate breakfast. lunch, and dinner yesterday and today. This is amazing for two reasons: 1) my appetite seems to be getting back to normal, and 2) I actually had time for three meals. Not bad for someone who has lived on Dr. Pepper and pita chips from Trader Joe's for the last two months.
I went to the chiropractor yesterday. I pulled an ass muscle because of all that walking we did over the weekend. I took Charlie with me. I spread out his blanket and laid him on it with his little rhino friend, and he stayed happy the entire time I was being adjusted. I like finding things that work for Charlie; it makes me insanely happy.
The chiro told me to take warm baths and ice my ass. Okay, so I may have made up the warm baths recommendation just so I can take one every night.
On a related note, it's challenging to take care of a baby with a pulled ass muscle, especially a baby who likes to be walked around a lot. Good thing Charlie is an equal opportunity baby and likes handicapped people, too - the limp might even be a nice change for him!
I have a new way of keeping track of my to-do list: Post-its stuck to the front door.
It works so much better than a piece of paper tucked away somewhere.
Charlie slept from 8 PM until 2:30 this morning, and then from 3:15 until about 6:30. I actually woke up around 2 AM (seriously) wondering if he was still alive. He was! Just sleeping soundly. And then he woke up 30 minutes later, around the time I finally started falling back to sleep. I told Roy it was his turn to get up and feed Charlie. He didn't buy it.
I hope sleeping through the night is just around the corner...
We have also been experimenting with putting Charlie down to sleep (for naps and at night) drowsy but awake. This has been working surprisingly well, although it's not a sure thing every time. I have no problem rocking him to sleep, as he falls asleep pretty easily (well, depending on what's going on around him) and because he's still so young, but as he gets older, I think it'll be good for all of us if he can soothe himself to sleep.
Sleep is actually a very interesting thing. I've loaded up on all the major baby sleep experts' books. So far I've only made it part way through this one, but it's really an excellent read.
Charlie actually pooped this afternoon! This is the first time he's done that in... oh... a couple of weeks, I think. Lately he's been saving it all up for the morning, just in time for Mommy to do her first diaper change of the day. But this afternoon, I opened up his diaper and there was a lovely little neon yellow gift, just for me.
Do I actually think that any of you will care about this? Nope. But since this blog is pretty much the equivalent of Charlie's baby book, there it is.
I had a dream about a fellow blogger last night. In it, she and I were debating the merits of Canon and Nikon cameras while chasing each other around in these flying contraptions. We were either wearing or buying some horrific looking turquoise and gold shoes.
Have you ever dreamed about a blogger? This has not been my first dream about a blogger.