getting out of the house

Jack Lincoln and Abe Lincoln

If you discount sleep, coherent thought, and sanity, all is well in the Bigelow household.  Jack had another appointment today with the pediatrician, who reiterated that he is still progressing nicely. He is now back to his original birthweight and can go up to four hours without eating once or twice a day, which is fantastic for us, assuming he can sleep that long.

Jack's nursery is right next to our room, so when he is in his crib and crying, we both hear it. Over the past several nights he has decided around midnight he no longer wants to sleep and instead shuffles around, cries, and does other things that keep us up for many hours. In an effort to give Lelaine a break, last night I offered to have Jack sleep in the pack and play downstairs with me next to him on the couch. I am normally on late night feeding duty anyway, so this way there wouldn't be any collateral damage of her not being able to sleep when he is sobbing - she would be far enough away she wouldn't hear it.

Walking through the park just the other
day baby, what do you think I saw (I have
playing Jack some Led Zeppelin)

It was a mistake. I jokingly told him around 11pm we were going to have a slumber party. Little did I know he was going to stay awake, and make just enough noise to ensure I was awake with him (I once slept through part of a fire drill, so this is really saying something), until 5:30am. And since we had to go to see the doctor in the morning, we had to wake up at 7am. That is the last time I offer to do something nice (just kidding.....kind of).

Fortunately today was a gorgeous day, so after getting back from seeing the doc and taking care of some things, the three of us went for a walk. This was our second day in a row to do so. We went around Lincoln Park, over to Eastern Market for cupcakes and hedge shears, and then back to our place. He was awake for a grand total of seventeen seconds for both walks, but at least for us it was nice to get out of the house. While we have some pretty crappy brick sidewalks in our neighborhood, the stroller handled the bumps and only made the little one fuss a few times.

Dreaming of bacon

 By the way, thanks to our friends Kevin and Meaghan who are very kindly letting us use their SLR camera to get pictures of the squirt. It is obviously a huge step up over the iPhone, particularly when a certain someone who will go nameless (hint - she is Jack's mom) thinks Instagram improves pictures.