Okay, okay

I'm alive. I just feel like there isn't enough time in a day to blog. There is hardly enough time to eat a meal here and there or throw clothes in the washer while juggling a baby. I can't believe how much time is eaten up just by entertaining an almost eight-week-old baby. There are days when I feel I can get more done because she'll take longer naps, then there are days where she fusses all day long and I spend nearly all day singing and rocking and walking around with her. When she finally falls asleep, I put her down in her crib only to have to start the process all over again because she wakes up very upset at my nerve of expecting her to nap in her crib. I guess I should know better. She enjoys napping in my arms much much more than in her crib. Today she seemed to fuss all afternoon, then she slept for about an hour and chilled out during the Astros game, which is really all that mattered.

I'm upset that the Astros failed to put the NLCS series to bed tonight. Oh well, hopefully they can still make it to the World Series.

Sofia is asleep now in her pack and play. She is getting better about going to sleep at a reasonable hour instead of staying up until 2 or 3 am. Lately she's been going to sleep around 11 or 11:30 pm, then waking up between 3 and 4 am, then again around 6 or 7 am. At every waking she gets a feeding and a diaper change. Robert's on his way home from work, and I probably won't be able to get much more written than this...