four thirty a.m.
And then. As I fed him I felt a warm wetness on my leg. Baby pee. Diaper breach. I fed him for a few minutes longer and then I just couldn't take it. I put him in his baby swing for a moment, changed my pajammies, and then changed him. Another pair of footie pajammies, because there is nothing sweeter than a sweet baby in cozy footie pajammies. That's right. Not jammies. Not pajamas. Pajammies. That's what we call them over here, especially at four thirty in the morning. Footie pajammies. Just scrumptious.
And now, after two hours of fragmented sleep: coffee. Baby sleeping in his swing. It's still nice and cool in the house, so I sit here in my robe and slippers for the first time since early spring. Cozily drinking my coffee and blogging. Nothing could be sweeter.