Currently Thatcher is asleep in the stroller, in the living room. We just went for a super long walk to the gas station (to purchase the above mentioned soda pop) and back while Ben is out collecting landscaping supplies (this landscaping will be the death of me I'm sure). So anyway Thatcher fell asleep on the walk and instead of taking him out of the stroller I just left him in it and brought it in the living room. I squeeze out whatever naps I can get from him :)
Since last post, he is crawling all over the place with no problem, pulling himself up all over the place, and he loves getting up on the bottom shelf of the coffee table. And if he's crawling around and I'm not paying attention, the next thing I know I feel the little fishy nibbling on my toes with his two little teeth! He's like a piranha. A piranha that doesn't sleep through the night anymore. But it is getting better, slowly but surely. The past few nights he's been getting up around 1am, I'll pat his back for a little bit but then give up and crawl back into bed. He cries for a few minutes and then the next thing I know it's 5 or 6am. Of course the one day I had to get up early to go into work for a few hours, I had to wake him up at 7am to leave. Go figure.
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