Pru has been quite a handful over the last week. Literally. She’s going through a phase where during the day and during much of the night she won’t sleep unless she’s being held. Needless to say, this complicates things like blogging, emailing, cooking, cleaning, and shopping for and wrapping Christmas presents significantly. We’ve more or less taken to eating in shifts, for example.
I’m not sure what the cause of this change is (when she was newly home, she slept all day long, and was relatively content to just lay in her crib even when she was awake so long as she wasn’t hungry or needing a change). I suspect it’s partially developmental – she’s presumably been going through her three-week growth spurt, which apparently increases discomfort and fussiness in infants. It’s also probably partially environmental – the heater in the bedroom stopped producing hot air about two and a half weeks ago, which made it very hard to keep her adequately warm. The heater is heating again now, sort of, but only after a still-unfinished series of tragicomic misadventures, which I may describe in a subsequent post, tentatively titled “Why I Am Withholding Next Month’s Rent On The Basis of a Breach of The Implied Warranty of Habitability”; nevertheless, I think she’s come to associate being in her crib with being cold and uncomfortable.
Anyway, she’s asleep now, as is Sarah; I’m up early to run some “have to be done before 8:30 am” errands. (Perhaps a nap this afternoon.) Speaking of errands, I should be off, but so as to leave this post not a total bummer, I’ll pass on some cute pictures of the Pru-bear:
Also, my ultra-cool birthday gift from Sarah: an Alton Brown-branded salt cellar