A good night's sleep

Spike's been with us for 12 weeks now, and the Family of Fish is continuing to adjust to the excitement. We started to see a glimmer of normalcy creep back into our lives at around 6 weeks when Caleb finally pulled off an 8 hour stretch of uninterrupted nighttime sleep. After a few days of baby boot camp, I'm pleased to report that our son graduated with highest honors and at 12 weeks he's sleeping about 11 hours a night. It's amazing how much more effective our parenting is when we're well rested!

Naptime boot camp kicked off last week in an effort to establish some sort of day time sleep routine other than "Hey mom, I'm gonna sleep whenever I want and wake up screaming at a time that's real inconvenient for everyone...like Abby's naptime." We'll see how that goes...

Our not-so-little guy is weighing in at over 15 pounds now. He's a stocky little fellow, with plenty of fat rolls, a couple of chins, and absolutely no neck. Seriously, I looked. It's not there. He obviously finds his parents and older sister hysterical, because he spends a lot of time smiling at us as if he's in on some joke the rest of us are unaware of. He enjoys sitting up in his Bumbo seat and looking at himself in the mirror, and absolutely loathes being on his tummy. And by loathes, I mean screams bloody murder until someone flips him back over.

He's a good kid. I think we'll keep him.