So a few months ago I started a journal for you. I was documenting your growth and changes in this pretty leather bound journal. By hand. Like with a pen. And apparently that hurts. I don't remember the last time I wrote anything with a pen. You know other then my name. I guess it would be college exams. And that was a lifetime ago.
Needless to say, my late night writing has dwindle and the guilt has swelled! I feel really bad that I have let sleep deprivation take a priority over writing to you. But I think typing will be better. I promise to even type in my hand written entries. Some day.
Our life is pretty boring these days. You take 3 hour naps during the day which limits where we can go. The rule is you can be awake as long as your happy. And dragging you out of a dreamy sleep to go the grocery story or a mall doesn't seem as appealing as it sounds.
So we spend a lot of time watching Price is Right, planning on the floor and pooping. You not me.
You started eating cereal this week. So far pretty uneventful. You seem to enjoy it. I can't imagine why. Cold mushed up cardboard sounds awful to me. I guess part of the joy is spitting it back out and making razzberries with it.
So hopefully this will relieve my guilt and help keep me busy till you stop sleeping so long!
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