44. Tired Tuesday

Some miscellaneous stuff. He smiles when he falls asleep. He grunts, arches his back, and smooshes his hands into his head when he wakes up. I like it that I can kiss him, he's so helpless. But I worry I violate his space. I move my hands about, showing William the possibilities. I show him himself in the mirror. The age of constipation is over. He's become Sir Poopalot. Five times yesterday, and 4 times today. He's smiling at me. I went to change the diaper tonight, and he smiled at me. He's adorable.

He went to bed around 8pm, got up at 1 and 3. I got up. Diana did not hear the first one. She woke me up for the second one. She was happy this morning, she got more sleep. She had a hard time tearing herself away from him. I'm very tired. I think I'll call up Abuela and see if she wants to take care of him some. I'm giving a talk tonight on the 5 spiritual faculties to the sangha, so I need to work on that a little bit too. He was wiggling like crazy this morning. He's getting stronger. He's also fussy when he's tired. I have to bear some voicing of discontent, before he falls asleep, because I've fed him and changed his diaper, and aside from holding and burping, which I do, there's little else I can do. He can't really articulate what he wants yet. It's a guessing game. I think his crying helps tip the scales towards sleep, when he's tired.