Atticus woke up at 2:30pm this morning crying uncontrollably. I went into his room & tried to shove the pacifier in his mouth, but he wouldn't take it. Tried to change his diaper, but he wouldn't sit still. He wouldn't even allow me to hold him. Robby got up, conjectured that the baby wanted milk, and we forcefully put him down & went back to sleep.
The baby has been throwing little tantrums lately. We can't figure out if it's physiological or brattiness. It could be a little bit of both. He wants sweet food when we feed him, so we mix little bits of grapes with his chicken or small dollops of yogurt with his egg.
So it's 4am, & I haven't gone back to bed yet. Today is the last day before Spring Break at Heritage, & I have a long list of things to do over vacation: revise Chapter 2 of my dissertation, complete Chapter 1, grade essays, get come Mommy-baby quality time, plan for the rest of the year...
Robby will scold me for being up, I know it. He just finished Chapter 7 of his dissertation. He is hoping to finish by next week. I can't wait to celebrate! After so many weeks of sitting raptly at the computer, he has finally crunched out this tedious dissertation. Mine may be more onerous because I'm gathering qualitative data, which means observations, which means transcribing dialogue, which means analyzing hours of observation notes... oi...
All of Westside LA was congested with impatient cars yesterday afternoon. Drivers looking for short cuts zoomed down our normally placid street. The weather was finally pleasant and sunny (it can never get too bad in LA, can it?), so Robby thinks that people were anxious to enjoy the sun.
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