Six Hours

Last night Christian had his second tball game.  His cheering fan section was in full effect.  Despite the rain that is.  Would brought chairs, umbrellas, a stroller, a diaper bag and (of course) a baby.  This poor baby was passed around in the rain while being held with just a receiving blanket around him and his thin little hood up.  I don't believe he was cold, he was good and snuggled up to each and every person who held him, but still, poor kid was out in the rain for crying out loud. He cried the entire (3 miles) home.  When we got home I gave him a warm bath (which he loved) fed him lots of delicious warm milk, put warm jammies on him and cuddled him up on the couch while we both fell asleep.  Mark put him in his cradle at 9:30 and I also went to bed.  Two nights ago we moved the cradle to his room, right inside the door, so his little squeaks don't wake me up all night.  He slept until 3:30am!  That's six straight hours of sleep.  I woke at 2am (Christian woke me actually to tell me he would like to sleep on the floor in my room - he was promptly directed back to the comforts of his own bed).  I needed to pump or feed something fierce but I knew he'd wake soon enough.  I guess he was all worn out from an exciting night of tball.  Hopefully we have better weather for Victoria's game tonight but the same end result!