Around here, we are playing Baby Signing Time a lot. Like, to the point that when I’m at school, the lines running through my head are “These are the pets I love, bird, bird, bird, bird, tweet tweet tweet tweet tweet,” “I’m in a car… here I go!” and “Mom has a mom and she’s my grandma, she’s another mother who loves me.” Dang those songs are catchy.

Around here, Chris is editing engagement shoots and newborn shoots, while simultaneously keeping Lincoln entertained all day. Link doesn’t nap during the day that much, unless one of us lays down with him. Then that kid will sleep for hours. It’s cute in a way, that he just loves being right up next to us, but it’s definitely hard when we’re trying to get anything done during the day. I keep telling Chris to just embrace naptime when I’m at school, but so far he’s been anti-nap. Until today.

Around here, we’re pretty tired. Lincoln’s regressed in his sleep habits a bit since I went back to work. For the first couple of weeks I was back, he was waking up again 2-3 times a night, and it was hard to get him back down. He was getting better, than two nights ago, he woke up around midnight and refused to sleep if we weren’t holding him. As in, we would get him asleep, really, truly asleep, and as soon as we would put him down he would wake up screaming. That was a hard day at work for me after that night. Fortunately, last night he was so much better. I pulled out all the stops: looooong bath time, thin cotton pjs, lavender essential oil diffusing in his room, and an extra top off bottle. He only woke up once, around 2 am, and just long enough for Chris to feed him a bottle before he was out again. Thank you, Jesus.

Around here, I spend my days with 7th graders. And we’re just about at the time of year when the Drama starts. I don’t know how many times I had to say today, “I don’t want to hear about your drama,” “Why are we still talking about this?” “Just ignore them,” or “If this conversation doesn’t end there will be CONSEQUENCES.” Seriously, one track minds, those kids. And that track ain’t math.

Around here, the monkey is 4 months old! He now is seriously into his toys, enjoys his tummy time and baths, no longer gets swaddled at bedtime, has graduated to 6 month clothes (in Carter’s), tries to hold his own bottle during feedings, and has wiggled his way off the bed for the first time. (He was fine.) He still loves being outside the house and seeing people, but he’s enjoying his play mat and even being in his crib much more lately.

That’s it for now. It’s almost 10pm on a Thursday night, so I’m torn as usual between going to bed to get a good amount of sleep hours in or staying awake long enough to finish Lincoln’s 4 month scrapbook page. Oh, decisions, decisions.