Last night the boy was awake until 1:15 am, and we thought we were going to die. He wasn't fussy or anything (as long as he was being held), but he just wouldn't sleep. Before he got his immunizations last week he was a champion sleeper, routinely going 6 or 7 hours at a stretch. But since then his naps have been erratic and he's been really tough to get down at night. I suppose I shouldn't complain--we can still generally count on 5 hours, which is pretty good for a 2-month old. Right now he's been asleep for about 3.5 hours, with no sign of waking up. So maybe tonight he'll be a good little sleeper again--he seems to sleep better when he gets these really long naps during the day.
We've been economizing our food pretty well lately. It's been a while since we had take-out--I think the last time was last Wednesday, which is an accomplishment for us. Now that Sam's a little older I feel like I'm finally getting my head above water, and am able to get some semblance of dinner on the table. Yesterday I made chicken noodle soup, and today I'm using the leftover chicken to make a pot pie--perfect winter fare. Tomorrow I might stop off and get some meat for chilli--I have the beans and the tomatoes already in the cabinet.
Life is going along fairly smoothly. Last night I stayed for my full choir rehearsal--the boy took a bottle from his dad! My SIL D is here for a visit, and Sam refused to take a bottle from her. I'm hoping this doesn't mean that he won't ever take a bottle from anyone else but R--next month he's eligible for daycare at the gym, and I'm choosing to believe that when R and I aren't around he'll be a little more amenable about taking a bottle from someone else. That way I can start to go to a weekday yoga class as well as my Saturday one.
We're working on Bernstein for our next concert. We're doing Chichester Psalms, which is just beyond lovely--as Bernstein himself said, " ...My youngest child, old-fashioned and sweet./ And he stands on his own two tonal feet." We're also doing his Mass, which is weird--it involves whistling and kazoos, so 'nough said. And then we're doing a couple selections from Candide, including "Best of All Possible Worlds," which I've had in my head all freaking day long--especially the part that goes "Pray classify pigeon and camel/ Pigeon can fly, camel is mammal." It's just so delightfully nonsensical and a little stupid--just like dear old Pangloss himself. It's kind of funny singing this song--R and I have always referred to the cat as the Pangloss cat--best of all possible cats. We'll close the concert with a song from Westside Story--unfortunately, not the opening number proclaiming one's eternal fealty to the Jets.
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