Sleep. Eat. Cry. Repeat.

And that's what I have been up to lately. Thank goodness my grandma thinks it's endearing...she might be the only one. That's us just chillin on the beach. She's really trying to get me to sit up. And I can only really practice when my big brother isn't around to jump on top of me.

Here's me on my sleeping shift. This IS cute. Not as cute as George, but it will do.

Rock and Roll!!

Look who rolled over... ME! I'm obviously not the firstborn because nobody was watching when I did it. Poor me. All of a sudden, I could hear my mom say "No WAY!!" and she and Dakota came into the room to marvel at my accomplishment. Never mind that I am almost 8 months old.

My mom is a little nervous to admit it, but my mood has started to improve. I was finally moved into my crib for nighttime sleep... and I slept through the night. This is huge. HUGE! So maybe I am more rested. Who knows. Who cares?! I'm happier and that's all that matters.

On the mend...

Things got pretty bumpy for me last week. Two inhalers, an antibiotic, an oral steroid, tylenol, and previcid can really help put you back in the game, though. Let's just hope my big brother keeps his boogers to himself for a while.