Generally my rule of thumb is, if the boys make it through a night without waking more than once. We don’t talk about it. Because I don’t want to jinx myself. Silly. I know. But it seems as though, as soon as I boast about my wonderful un-interuppted sleep I had, it is sure to disappear the next evening.
So, I will NOT say that my Vincent slept through the night, only waking once for a bottle and then went back to sleep in his crib. (The crib that his brother hated, so now it is officially his.)
And I will NOT say that my Georgie slept through the night in his playpen right next to us, only waking briefly to want to come into bed with us at 5 am.
On other news, Vincent had a doctor appointment a week ago that went a little something like this.
2 1/2 months old = 16 3/4 lbs and 25 3/4 inches long.
Today he held something in his hand and put it in his mouth succesfully. He is full of smiles and coos lately. And as I said above, he has now moved into the nursery and his new bed is the crib. (With the bassinet in it, temporarily, until he feels comfortable. I’m no dummy)
The cloud is lifting.
I started my medicine this week. Zoloft. We will see how I start to feel. So far, so good.
I guess more than anything, I am trying to enjoy my sons. At night, Georgie and I have been enjoying the garden and watering and trimming and playing in the water. The weather is warm and it is so refreshing to splash in the water. Georgie is getting so good at watering all by himself. He holds the hose and waters all the plants (and grass). I am glad I taught him these things early. One day, I can tell him to go water the plants and he will be able to. 
I love it. 
