Yawn

The title of this post has two meanings. The obvious one is that Susan and I are exhausted because for the past two nights, Reagan has not wanted to go back to sleep after the middle of the night feeding. She'll take the bottle just fine (if a little slow), but we put her back down and she starts fussing within about ten minutes. We comfort her for a few minutes or give her a pacifier, and she seems okay again. Ten minutes later, "waaaahhhh!!!!" And so on, and so on. So basically, Susan and I are operating on less sleep than usual. Not that we're surprised, mind you, but we want Reagan to know when she reads this in the future just how much she cramped our style back in the day.

The other meaning of "yawn" has to do with the fact that there's really just not that much going on with Reagan that's worthy of reporting. Thankfully, I guess, she's kind of boring. Of course, she's only three weeks old, so it's probably a little soon to expect her to entertain us with wacky antics. But when she can perform feats such as smiling, holding her head up, and reaching for things, it's gonna get crazy up in here.

In Susan news, she went to the doctor for her three-week checkup on Wednesday, and everything looks really good. She was cleared to resume normal activities, and we are thankful that she endured the c-section so well once again.

My folks are coming for a visit this weekend to meet Reagan for the first time, so I expect to be able to post a picture or two of Gramms holding a shrieking red-faced infant.