Arlo is a smilin' fool these days. He does lots of cute coos, but his only real giggle happened when he was sleeping. He's especially happy in the morning, which is strange, considering he clearly has no concept of night and day, assuming his sleep "schedule" is any indication.
He's all over the place when it comes to sleep, and Danny and I never know what kind of night we can expect. We're probably partly to blame for this, because we haven't attempted to put him on any kind of schedule. I know routine is good for babies, but we feed him when he's hungry, and we let him sleep when he falls asleep. Maybe I should read a book on this baby stuff or something.
|Pretty smile / Cuddles with Scooter / Hangin' with Mama on Mother's Day / Napping with Daddy|
Yesterday was Mother's Day, and as blessed as I felt to be spending the day with my sweet boy, my heart was heavy. I couldn't help but think of my lost babies and how broken I felt last year, of all my friends who are still waiting for their miracles, and of how painful the day is for those who never got their turn. I don't think I'll ever love the holiday.
Danny made my day special, though. He made brunch reservations, but I really just wanted to stay home and enjoy snuggles, so we ordered a pizza and watched a movie instead. It was awesome. I gave Arlo extra kisses for holding off until April 1st to be born—because April's birthstone is diamond—and I adore my new necklace. Nice work, boys.