Sleep Less, Live More.

Ah, hello much neglected blog. Has it really been since November since I last posted?? Yikes. It's been increasingly tough to find the time.

Our little Roger is RAPIDLY growing. Granted, humans aren't born (practically) running like horses, but the feats that we're capable of accomplishing in the first 6 months of our lives... well, it's absolutely amazing. I got so used to the wee one not being able to do much more than just lay around, it seems like I just woke up one day and he was mobile. Not MOBILE in the sense that he's crawling, but jeez the kid can roll. Left unattended for literally about 20 seconds on his quilt on the floor, he managed to roll his little self directly into the coffee table.

I'm also having a hard time believing there was ever a point in time when he still hadn't quite mastered grabbing things. Now he not only grabs everything, but proceeds to stick whatever he's acquired into his mouth. Now that he can hold his head up on his own and is THISCLOSE to sitting up, I can finally do the hip carry. This usually means that when I pass too close to the fridge, Roger will reach out for papers/pictures/etc and very successfully wreak havoc all over the kitchen by tearing down whatever magnet-laden treasure he's managed to get his little hands on. I need stronger magnets or something. Or probably keeping away from the fridge would be an easier solution.

We finally got the little guy baptized on January 15, and the baptism turned out to be an extremely and unnecessarily dramatic event. In short, there was some disagreement over who Matt and I chose as the godparents. Despite the fact that these people are our best friends and absolutely the most exemplary kind of people you could possibly imagine (and the fact that we weren't opening the choice up to debate), it still managed to cause a, um, bit of rift among certain members of our family because they felt we should have asked someone else in particular (I do apologize for how convoluted this story is coming across, but I feel this is the best way to handle posting about it on my blog). What ended up happening was that these people who play a very important role in Roger's life decided that they couldn't put on a happy face for our son's sake, and as a result, left the church and missed the baptism. My husband and I are still very hurt over the way they chose to handle this situation - while we knew there was a bit of disagreement over who we had chosen has the godparents (it came up very briefly over Christmas), they chose to wait until the day of the baptism to convey the depth of their feelings. It's an extremely heartbreaking and unfortunate event and we have not spoken to these people since the baptism. I hate family drama so much, and here it is, nearly a month later, and I still can't believe that something so small was elevated to the level it was. The cliche "making a mountain out of molehill" has whole new meaning to me now.

BUT. Moving on. I'm back in school now which is fantastic. I truly missed it last semester when I took time off to be with Roger. I am positively run into the ground with the schedule I'm trying to maintain... it looks a little something like this:

Wake up at 5:30, do some laundry (it's the only time of day I have time to do laundry), take a shower, pump, feed the horses, Roger wakes up, get him fed, dressed, etc, we go to work, work work work, go home and try to magically multitask doing homework and entertaining a 6-month old infant, husband gets home from work so he takes over baby-entertaining duties and I can actually get homework done, go to class at 6:30, get home around 8:30 (10:00 on Wednesdays), make myself dinner, clean the house, do the dishes, fold and put away laundry that was done that morning, take about 30 minutes to relax and catch up on my missed shows on the DVR, hit the sack about 11:30, wash, rinse, repeat.

There are women out there who manage to maintain a BUSIER schedule with MORE kids and they are my heroes. I have come to realize that the only way it's possible to get everything I need to get done, done, is to sleep less, and I've subsequently realized that 6 hours is a surprisingly ample amount of sleep. But no less. I went to bed at midnight last night and honestly, that loss of a half hour of sleep is killing me today.

I've also been putting a lot of thought into it and have decided to wean Roger. Despite pumping every morning, missed feedings during class have managed to negatively affect my supply. We've already started him on solids and he's doing great, so if we can just switch him from breast to formula... le sigh. He has his 6-month vaccs and check-up on February 28 which is when I'll be discussing weaning with the doc, so I've designated that as "wean day." Or I guess more accurately "starting to wean day" since it's not like I plan on just flat-out STOPPING... quitting BM cold turkey would probably be not be beneficial to either Roger or I. Anyhoo, when that rolls around, I'll post on our weaning progess. Now I need to attend to this stack of papers piling up on my desk and see how much I can get done before Grandma returns with Roger!