Henry's been sleeping a little bit better since he finished his amoxicillin and can, you know, breathe and stuff. But, he's a hungry fellow and usually nurses a couple of times a night. I soldier on through the night, getting up to nurse him in his room rather than taking him to bed, but for some reason, I just cannot drag my body out of bed for that 4:30am feeding. I just cannot.
I used to feel bad about poking Joe and mumbling, "Bring me your baby" so I could get a little extra sleep. But, these days, Joe's usually up.
Tending this baby.
This ever-thirsty corn.
He and Steve move those sprinklers every 4 to 8 hours. It's crazy.
Can't we just put in an underground sprinkler system next year?