"Hey there, fat little man!  You don't look like you miss too many meals."

That's how this random guy at this morning's farmer's market greeted Samuel, who is indeed looking especially tubby and well fed these days. 

The days are just flying by.  In the past 6 weeks, my Mom stayed for 12 days, Dan's parents stayed for 4 days and Dan's sister and her hubby stayed for a few days this past week.  Late August was crazy busy at work, preparing for the new crew.  The beginning of September was similarly crazy, orienting the new crew.  And now, life is just rolling on by.  I keep thinking that the days will slow down at some point, leaving me with plenty of time to catch up on all the errands I semi-desparately need to do.  The top of the list includes: get a haircut (I have that post-pregnancy hair falling out thing going on), get some new glasses (the paint is chipping off my frames something fierce), get some new work shoes (the soles are almost completely unglued on the oldies).  Alas, I'm not sure how to do all these things with Samuel in tow.  I probably need to figure that out.

So, the boy is now 5 months old.  Crazy.  He really does change ALL the time.  It's pretty wild.  Tonight, as I was preparing dinner, I happened to notice him falling asleep on the baby monitor.  (Yes, ours has a camera.  Don't judge - it's handy and I like it!)  For some reason, I felt so incredibly happy and lucky as I watched him drift off to sleep.  I can't believe I have a kid.  And, he's so great and happy and all around wonderful.  Even though he peed all over me while I was getting him ready for a bath tonight.  Huh.  How is it that I feel like I'm floating and I'm drowning almost simultaneously?  Being present in the moment with him brings on the floating and when I realize all of the other things I need to accomplish (working from home several hours per week being one of them), I feel my head go under water a little bit.

I have to work tomorrow.  Not looking forward to it.  Taking Samuel along because Dan's working and it's a Sunday.  I hang out with him on Sunday and I don't intend to lose my hanging out with him time just because I have to go to work.  We'll see how that pans out.  ;)

So far, Dan's and my schedules have worked out decently in terms of allowing us to cover child care needs (with the exception of all the visiting Grandparent babysitters).  Our schedules overlap this Tuesday soSamuel is going to spend it in the care of someone else and that just feels weird.  My ex-colleague's hubby, who is a stay-at-home-dad is going to watch him.  Hope it goes well and he doesn't flip out when I have to leave him.

Trying to figure out how to get him to sleep through the night - or at least longer than 4 hours.  He had some "regular" 6 and 7 hour sleeps a few months ago but they have not returned.  I can't stomach the "cry it out" thing - at least not yet.  At the same time, there's something in me telling me we need to do it and get it over with.  He really doesn't need to eat every 4 hours, 3 hours, 2 hours during the night.  He's just having trouble staying asleep.  Ugh.  I do not look forward to it.  I know he needs to be able to sleep well on his own and I totally support that.  I'm also selfish and I don't want to lose any more of my sleep than absolutely necessary.  I want the sleep thing to be easy.