I woke up this morning with every intention of going for a run (I've been trying to run MWF mornings before Tom heads off to work), but this morning the sky was so overcast and it was so damn gloomy looking outside that I decided to make banana-choco chip pancakes instead. Tom's of course were sans bananas. Here he is proudly displaying one that came out looking a bit like a football. And, if you look out the window behind him, it seems the sun had come up by the time I finished cooking. Still, I stand by my decision to forgo the run.
Lilybeth laid in her play yard and drank her morning apple juice (her doc told us to give her two oz every morning to keep her . . . um . . . regular) while we cooked.
And it was another no-nap-day today. But Tom did read this afternoon in The New Father: A Dad's Guide to the First Year by Armin Brott that at 8 months some babies just decide that the world is far too interesting to take naps and so they stop. As Tom said, if he had read ahead in the book and had known a few months ago that at 8 months some babies do this, he would have tagged LB as such a baby. She's such an independent, active little thing. My mom keeps telling me that I was the exact same way and that even from birth I was an awful napper. Sorry, Mama.
On the plus side, Mr. Brott did say that the lack of naps is usually matched with longer sleep periods at night, which seems to be the direction we're headed in.
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