Sasquatch, we know your legend's real.

L is accidentally watching his first hockey game. Pittsburgh VS Ottawa. We are the devil for allowing his precious brain to be sullied by the opiate of the masses. It just caught his eye and kept him happy for a bit, whereas seconds before, he had been wailing heart breakingly over a big poop he was trying to do.

We discovered a trick last night of turning on the radio, right next to his head. It helped him skip the pissy bit he usually does for a half hour before going back to sleep after each nursing session. The voices make him forget he's uncomfortable or overtired or enraged about the price of beer of whatever mysterious things make him grunt and turn his head back and forth and whimper and cry. Thank-you radio Netherlands! For boring our son to sleep! And thank you, inventor of earplugs, for allowing the BBC world service to play all night without keeping me up.

When we are lucky, he will sleep for 4 hours straight during the first sleep segment of the night. After that, it's touch and go from hour to hour. I woke up this morning pretty groggy to the sound of him straining to get out of his swaddling blanket. The sun was shining in the window and he was smiling like crazy when I got his arms free. He talked and cooed to himself and the Miro print on the wall (which he's had good conversations with since he was a newborn). I could have just plopped my earplugs back in and got another little bit of sleep, but it was hard to turn away from Mr. Bright Eyes and his wiggling feet and orchestra conductor arms.

L is teething, waaaay to early for my taste. He's also decided that crawling is beneath him and he'd prefer to just skip straight to walking. Nevermind that he can't even sit up yet or fully support his own head. He gets so mad if we don't hold him up so he can practice standing.

I set up a little play station for him to lay on his back and bat at toys but, he demanded that I hold him so he could walk around it instead. Little bean head! His head is like a perfect little navy bean...attached to sausage arms and meaty little hands and feet. Actually his feet are huge. Sasquatch is my other nickname for him. This means the song of the same name by Tenacious D is always in my head.



On that note, Sasquatch has decided that I've had enough free time.

Aw heck, one last video from the D since we're talking about awesomeness. I've got a real Jack Black thing lately it would seem....