Monday Arthur woke up at 7:00 on Monday. By the time he reached my boob, he was famished, chugging like there was no tomorrow, and fussing to be switched to the fuller boob after he had half-emptied the first. “I guess he didn’t eat anything before nursing, huh?” I asked Miklós. “Oh yes he did,” he replied. “He finished off that dish you made him (it was a very big portion), had some Cheerios, and some more of that fruit purée.” Jesus. Once again I dread teenage Arthur’s appe

Wednesday My alarm at 7:30 woke up all three members of our family on Wednesday, so at least Arthur got a good night’s sleep in the night before his next travels! After a susu breakfast and some packing, we were off to pick up a rental car and drive to SeaTac. Arthur was a bit fussy when we put him in the rental car, but was quickly mollified by some puffs. As the 2 hour car trip progressed, and Arthur got more tired and fussy with no nap in sight, I opened up a ready-made fr

Saturday Arthur woke up around 7:45. He's been in a really good mood all day, especially given the trauma we put him through the day before, though he didn't sleep during his 10:00 nursing session like he usually does. Nap-time was a big fat fail (again with the spasmy sleep crying) - I really think we'll need to see a sleep therapist about it. So naturally, he instantly fell asleep on me during the post-"nap" nursing session. Good morning mood I can't say Arthur's solid int