jack-in-the-box waltz.

grayson is having one of his episodes, as i like to call them. he eats for just a few minutes, falls fast asleep, unable to be awakened by any enticement of milk, feet tickling or otherwise, is laid down swaddled tight, waits for me to settle comfortably under the covers and then promptly wakes up, angry, as if he's being starved.

gotta love newborns.

after, literally, five ups and downs, i decided to stay up for a moment to be sure he's good and asleep. he's been sleeping in our room, and, admittedly, he's been in the swing quite a bit. but nothing in that room is working for him at the moment, and landon's grouching isn't adding to the situation. he's been hopping up and down with ellie several times tonight as well.

so.. i decided to nurse gray -- once again, for 2 minutes -- and, for the first time in his little life, lay him in his crib. i have one of those memory foam wedge thingies that ellie slept in from the moment she was born. he was actually (sorta) awake when i laid him in it. i came to get a drink, read a couple blogs and as i'm typing this, i hear nothing.

knock on wood.

---OK...totally unrelated interjection, but my neighbors behind me are setting off fireworks this very moment. i'm not kidding. i have just observed several loud cracks and shoots of sparkling light out my back patio window at 5:30 a.m. on a tuesday. how unbelievably strange.---

anyway, i think i'm gonna finish this drink and tiptoe very slowly to my warm covers.

it feels sorta weird with gray sleeping in the other room.

but if i can manage to get even an hour of sleep before he fusses again, i'm sure i'll be over it quickly.