A little cuteness to celebrate Mardi Gras (since we skipped the parade this past weekend due to the snow and freezing temps): 
And a little indulgence too: 
Indian cuisine was the pick for this month's Ethnic Supper Club (as Sandy is now calling it, since we've expanded and tried to make it a monthly event). Again, we did well. We ate. We enjoyed. And James behaved, despite his ailments. He ate plenty (and especially enjoyed Sara's mango lassi). He snuggled with Philip and had fun playing with his Sandy (aren't they adorable twinsies in their matching green thermals?): 
For anyone not yet aware, we've had 10 days in a ROW of sleepless nights due to James' night wakings. We thought it was teething. Tylenol didn't help. We thought it was the diaper rash, but as that healed, the wakings did not cease. We thought maybe it was just a combo of separation anxiety and learning something new (the cruising, and some new "words" - for example "Bub", what he now calls his Daddy), which always gets James moving at night, but the sleepless trend has continued. Then we thought perhaps the rash he developed on his torso was to blame, so Jay booked him an appointment with the pediatrician yesterday to get it checked out. And James' Daddy has good intiution (I was just gonna ride it out...). A mere 3 hours in her office and 5 prescriptions later (for his cold and the resulting mild ear infection we had no idea he had, the severe and still healing diaper rash, and the eczema/contact-rash due to the most likely culprit: his bath soap - bummer, I really liked the Burt's Bees Baby...), we came home with high hopes. No such luck though. James woke at 9:30, then 11:30, then 12:45, at which point we gave in and brought him to bed with us. That usually does the trick (after the restlessness wears off). Our boy is always restless at first, until he settles into a position where he's touching both of us. He can't sleep on his own in our bed. No. He must have a hand on my arm and a hand on Jay's face. Or his feet up on my legs and his hands gripping Jay's shirt. Or his head snuggled against my chest and his booty touching Jay's belly. Ah, the joys of co-sleeping... Anyway, back to the story. No relief for us... he woke again at 2:00. Then 4:00, at which point he stayed "awake" until well after 5:00 (when he finally, and ironically fell asleep while Jay and I were getting ready for the day, and we ended up having to wake him in order to get to work on time). Have you ever tried to sleep with a baby who tricks you into THINKING they are sleeping (by no longer moving restlessly or babbling, and finally breathing calmly and steadily) just long enough (about 10 minutes) to convince you that it is finally OK to drift off to sleep yourself, then WHAM, that baby throws his right fist up in the air and shouts "Yah!" for apparently no reason other than to scare his poor sleep-deprived parents? Well, have you? Sure, it's funny the first 2-3 times, but then it gets old. Grandmas, why do you have to live so far away? We could sure use a break this week...
And a little indulgence too: Indian cuisine was the pick for this month's Ethnic Supper Club (as Sandy is now calling it, since we've expanded and tried to make it a monthly event). Again, we did well. We ate. We enjoyed. And James behaved, despite his ailments. He ate plenty (and especially enjoyed Sara's mango lassi). He snuggled with Philip and had fun playing with his Sandy (aren't they adorable twinsies in their matching green thermals?): For anyone not yet aware, we've had 10 days in a ROW of sleepless nights due to James' night wakings. We thought it was teething. Tylenol didn't help. We thought it was the diaper rash, but as that healed, the wakings did not cease. We thought maybe it was just a combo of separation anxiety and learning something new (the cruising, and some new "words" - for example "Bub", what he now calls his Daddy), which always gets James moving at night, but the sleepless trend has continued. Then we thought perhaps the rash he developed on his torso was to blame, so Jay booked him an appointment with the pediatrician yesterday to get it checked out. And James' Daddy has good intiution (I was just gonna ride it out...). A mere 3 hours in her office and 5 prescriptions later (for his cold and the resulting mild ear infection we had no idea he had, the severe and still healing diaper rash, and the eczema/contact-rash due to the most likely culprit: his bath soap - bummer, I really liked the Burt's Bees Baby...), we came home with high hopes. No such luck though. James woke at 9:30, then 11:30, then 12:45, at which point we gave in and brought him to bed with us. That usually does the trick (after the restlessness wears off). Our boy is always restless at first, until he settles into a position where he's touching both of us. He can't sleep on his own in our bed. No. He must have a hand on my arm and a hand on Jay's face. Or his feet up on my legs and his hands gripping Jay's shirt. Or his head snuggled against my chest and his booty touching Jay's belly. Ah, the joys of co-sleeping... Anyway, back to the story. No relief for us... he woke again at 2:00. Then 4:00, at which point he stayed "awake" until well after 5:00 (when he finally, and ironically fell asleep while Jay and I were getting ready for the day, and we ended up having to wake him in order to get to work on time). Have you ever tried to sleep with a baby who tricks you into THINKING they are sleeping (by no longer moving restlessly or babbling, and finally breathing calmly and steadily) just long enough (about 10 minutes) to convince you that it is finally OK to drift off to sleep yourself, then WHAM, that baby throws his right fist up in the air and shouts "Yah!" for apparently no reason other than to scare his poor sleep-deprived parents? Well, have you? Sure, it's funny the first 2-3 times, but then it gets old. Grandmas, why do you have to live so far away? We could sure use a break this week...Oh well, we'll get through it. We should just go to bed now, since James is asleep. But what will we do instead? Post this blog and go watch LOST!
To end this post though, just for fun, here are James and I last year on Mardi Gras (at 38 weeks gestation) as compared to this year (with me at 20.5 weeks gestation with Cora):
What a difference a year makes...
Oh wait though, I AM pregnant in both photos, so I guess things don't change THAT much...
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Oh dear! Sleepless nights are no good. Especially when they come one after the other. I'm so sorry!
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