Another early morning. Lex hasn’t been
sleeping well the past few days, and therefore neither have I.
He’s been waking up two or three times a night to nurse – and
the plug just won’t do. On the positive side, at least he’s
nursing well when he wakes up. I hate it when we get up and he
is fussy at the breat. Very frusterating when I’d rather be
sleeping.

So here I am with a happy,
wide-awake baby by my side, eating Lucky Charms (magically
delicious) and watching the sky go from dark to light. Once
again wishing I had an easterly view to watch the sunrise.
During the days I sometimes think of things I should
do/find/research/whatever online “when I have time”. But during
these early morning times, I’m so braindead I can’t even
remember what I wanted to do, let alone do it. So instead I
randomly read email (I’ve got *tons* of messages in my inbox
just waiting for me to do something with) and write here.

Other than the sleeping thing Lex is doing
really well. He’s holding his head up more and more when he’s
on his belly. And he arches his back so much we’re waiting for
him to roll over any day now. He’s also using his legs more and
more – which is funny to watch. He loves his playmat (probably
our best baby item) and now plays with the toys with his feet.
He’s also a master now at kicking the bar, which makes all of
the toys shake and rattle. And he loves talking to himself in
the little mirror that’s attached. He’ll play on the mat for a
long time until he gets overstimulated – then sometimes he’ll
cry and other times he’ll just fall asleep right there on the
mat :)

On an entirely different note…
I feel so sad for everyone hit by the hurricane. I don’t know
what’s wrong with me these days (maybe because it’s closer than
other disasters, or mabye it’s the maternal hormones running
rampant) but I keep getting choked up listening to stories
about people down there – especially stories about infants :)
One that particularly got me is when they interviewed a woman
who is staying in the Superdome with her daughter and 9-day old
grandson. I was just remembering back to when Lex was 9 days
old and how tired we were. I feel so bad for that mother. I
can’t even imagine living in a stadium with hundreds of other
people, trying to keep the baby quiet at night, no toys,
wondering where the next pack of diapers is going to come
from… and on top of all that wondering if your house is still
standing. I think I’d be crying every night. Even though no one
is surprised that the levies broke and the city is underwater,
I still feel bad for the people who live(d) there.

PS -> Happy
September!!