When Brice was first born, we used to sing "No Sleep Till Brooklyn" by the Beastie Boys to him because every time I would begin to feed him, he would fall asleep. Needless to say, we have created a monster. Between Brice's nighttime fussiness and daytime energy, I would assume that he is getting no more than 9 hours of sleep per day. The "baby bible" that I've been referring to says they should be sleeping about 18 hours a day at this point. Where oh where is my good sleeper! I guess I got the good eater and the mediocre sleeper in the bunch.
In true mommy fashion, I decided to document all of the places where Brice is not sleeping. Here are some of my favorites.
I will not sleep with my Auntie Jill (and yes, I am wearing my Kiss t-shirt)
I will not nap in my Moses basket.
I will not nap in my swing.
Papa will sleep in the chair though.
Finally, I decided to sleep with Auntie Jill, but only when Uncle Andy lets me talk on his iPhone.
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