George Regains Some Status

We have once again reduced the number of bodies sleeping in our bedroom from 4 to 3. Mr. Jude is outgrowing his moniker "Little Baby Jude" and nearly touches each end of the bassinet when stretched out from head to toe. This meant that we needed to either a) move the crib into the bedroom, or b) move the baby into the nursery we so carefully prepared for him. I vowed to only put that crib together once, so it stayed where it was.

This is a mixed bag... tremendous pride that he is ready to sleep in the "big baby's bed" already, but trepidation that he's growing so fast. I think Kara in particular is holding tight to that vision of the little 8lb. baby snuggling in her arms (and yes, I know that Jude was 9-4 when he was born, but Kara thinking of a 9lb+ newborn still gives her bouts of post-traumatic-stress-disorder, so let's allow her to fudge the memory a bit!). The little guy is moving along in life so quickly, it seems, in such a short time.

George is less concerned about the implications of the whole thing, and is preparing to "move back in" to his bed's previous location at the foot of our bed.

And, in case I haven't shouted it loudly with glee enough, the kid sleeps a lot. The majority of the past week he's gone to bed around 9:30p and wakes up at around 7:30a. Seriously... at 8 weeks! We realize how fortunate we are (trust me, it's not due to any inherent parenting skill) and don't know how long it will last, but we'll take it while we can.

Jude in his first full night in the crib