Drew was 8 weeks old yesterday, and he's doing pretty well, as far as sleeping goes. If I feed him around 9:00, he usually goes until 4:30 or 5:00, and then again until after 8:00. Of course, I don't go to bed right after I'm done nursing him in the evening, because that's my prime time for getting school-related stuff done, so I'm still feeling pretty tired and foggy-brained.
Today Bob took Luke to his pictures and game starting at 7:30 this morning, and then he and Nathan took Jonathan to his game at 11:00. The plan was for me to pick up Jonathan after 12:00, when his game ended, so Bob and Nathan could then ref a game. But a little before noon I had to nurse, so I was running late. But Bob called as I just started nursing to say he would ask Jonathan's assistant coach (who lives in our neighborhood) to bring Jonathan home with them. Great!
So I finished nursing, got my jacket on, and got in the van to go get Jonathan. It was as if Bob had never called! I drove over to the church (only about 5 minutes away), and as I drove into the parking lot, something faint jingled in the dark foggy recesses of my brain . . . there was something I should be remembering . . . hmmm . . . oh, yes! Our neighbor was bringing Jonathan home! Bob had called!
I called home and talked to Caleb. "Umm, is Jonathan home yet?" "No . . . oh! He's just walking in the door!" "Okay. I'll be home in a minute too . . ."
I keep telling people my brain is like a sieve--this was a very clear demonstration!
Here's a bonus picture of Drew. He's intently eyeing the monkey on this thing. Definitely not too sure about that critter.
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