Over the past three-four days, Rowan has been striking like a French civil servant (gratuitous use of hyerlink feature here). He doesn't want to nap during the day and he's also waking up a lot at night.
Now they say that life changes a lot after you have a baby. In fact, for everything that once existed in your life, you will find a new corrolary. However, this is not the Neoplatonic universe wherin "each kind / Does straight its own resemblance find," nor the correspondence of state to individual or macro- to microcosm. No, this is the parenting universe. Truisms like "hate begets hate" and "Those to whom evil is done / Do evil in return" are reduced to "those who do not nap do not sleep through the night." They say sleep breeds sleep; however, Rowan is not about to breed any sleep if he can help it.
In spite of his sleep strike, we're all having a way fun weekend.
R has taken quite the shine to Aunti Keeshie, and we've been enjoying waffle-mania, long walks, and, occasionally, fussing.
L and I are reaping the first benefits of the garden installed by GranpaS. A baby-sized zuke appeared under some green leaves, so we turned it into bread (you can see that I don't have the green thumb in the family).
Before we started baking, R unsuccessfully petitioned to turn the zuke into a teether.
As parents, L and I are now in a new mktg demographic. Maybe this is why we greeted the discovery of this show like a moonlanding for the 21st century.