as cute and cuddly as it sounds, i’m not a huge fan of avi’s new i-can’t-sleep-anywhere-else-but-in-your-a
rms-so-don’t-you-dare-put-me-back-in-that-crib habit. he weighs a whopping nine pounds, four ounces now, which i realize doesn’t sound like much until you try to balance it on your shoulder and neck for two hours while he sleeps blissfully away. the past two days/nights/whoknows he’s been a little fussy too, mostly in this same not-ready-to-sleep way. he’s also spitting up a bit more than he had been, and both of these factors of course make me think that something is wrong. i’m sure that is just me looking for a rational explanation of why my perfect child is now depriving me of sleep, but really, it is NOTHING compared to what some parents have to deal with.
he was a month old yesterday. holy freaking crap, a month!