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This weekend was slightly more relaxed than last weekend. Dave had a crazy and somewhat terrible week last week so on Saturday Megan and I took Henry out to the Lycoming Mall. We wanted to peruse the yarn selection at AC Moore and I wanted to go to Toys R' Us. Before we left I asked Dave what he was going to do while we were gone and he said "Oh, probably go in to work, etc, etc". I took great offense to this and told him he should stay home, drink beer at 2 in the afternoon, play video games, watch his movies, and generally take it easy. Which, I'm happy to report, he did. Except for the beer thing. I don't think he did that.

Thursday and Friday night Henry was fantastic. He woke up between 12 and 1AM, took his bottle, and then when he woke up at 3 and I was too tired to do anything other than flip him over from his stomach to his back and give him his pacifier, he knocked right back out again. Those were two glorious nights. In fact, they were so glorious, and seemed to be a natural progression from needing to be fed twice a night, that I got a little cocky and looked forward to a future filled with once a night feeding sessions until the day came when he would just sleep through already. Then came Saturday night. And Sunday. He was Cranky McCrankster both nights. I noticed today that his front upper gums are swollen so I'm thinking he's minutes away from getting front teeth, which could explain his early-early-early morning grumpiness.

Today we had to drive back out to Lycoming to return one of the two toys Megan and I picked out for him. It was a v-tech cordless phone that made all sorts of great noises (with the exception of the number 2 which would sometimes emit a zombie-like groan that was really creepy and thus was also the button he pushed most often) and flashed lots of lights. I thought about exchanging it for another one but decided that since this one broke within 24 hours of purchasing it, why bother. Did I mention I was the one playing with it when it stopped working properly? Probably not, because admitting that would be embarassing. Does "admitting" have one or two "t"'s?

Update: Apparently Henry looked deep into my sleep-deprived eyes last night and took pity on me because after a 10:45 bottle he slept til 6:30. Either that, or both Dave and myself slept through any early morning crying jags that may have occurred (something I've done before, much to Dave's general consternation).