Monday Arthur woke up bright and early on Monday - around 6:30. His papa, who had woken up 10 minutes before, was none too pleased. Nor did Arthur endear himself to his dad when he started purposefully dropping his solid breakfast, which consisted of poached chicken and tomatoes, over the side of his high chair tray. Miklós does not tolerate that behavior as much as I do, so once Arthur started pulling that move, his breakfast was over. Needless to say, he had a good appetite

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