tuesday night might go down in history as conrad's night of perpetual wakings. every two hours he woke up screaming and crying, wanting one thing and one thing only, the boobie. at his 3am juncture i was just too tired; jon and i laid in bed paralyzed with fatigue, listening, then falling asleep, up again at 5am shamefully wondering if conrad ever fell asleep too. then the next morning we rehashed the nights events like two people who drank too much tequilla and did something they don't remember or don't want to admit they remember. but most of all we were like decectives, red eyed, caffenine desperate decectives, trying to piece together what went wrong.

when conrad was just a few weeks old he would sleep in 3-4hour spurts, and then at 2months he graduated to 4-5hour spurts, and then at 3months 5-6hour spurts, and eventually he was sleeping through the night. then last month he got his first cold and all our progress and my sweet 8 hours of unbroken sleep went down the shitter. so for the past few weeks jon and i have been mad sleep scientists- working on potions, enforcing "methods". and it seemed all our sweat and blood was finally paying off, conrad was only waking up once a night and on two different occasions-gloriuos ones-he slept through the night.

the one constant and most recongizable factor was who puts him to bed every night, and that person was me. we have yet to go beyond hypothesizing on why it is, but for some unknown reason, conrad sleeps in longer spurts when his daddy puts him down at night. however, tuesday night i did. case solved.

yesterday morning while in retrospective analysist i realized i need something more than my huge and great brain to help me remember the passing days of conrad's behavior and developments-i need to journal, i need to write this stuff down; and not every now and then, but every day, every stinken day.

starting today.

This is A Journal About Conrad's Everything

6months, 3 weeks

conrad meet a little girl at church sunday in the lactating mother's room. her name was maddy and she was nine months. it was really fun to watch a baby not too much bigger than conrad crawling and holding herself up on furniture. conrad was enormed with her too, and seemed to really enjoy when maddy came over and "investigated" him. the only other baby conrad has ever seen up close and personal was a three month old girl (zoie) at the peditrican's office back at his 6month well check-up. he really loves other babies and is nothing but smiles and excitement when he see's another baby or child. we've been to the park a few times-and while i'm antsy for conrad to be big enough to play-he seems to simply enjoy watching the other children do just that, play. i'm also antsy to meet other new moms. i feel like someone whose been divorced for years and is now ready to start dating again but unsure were to start or where to look or even scared i don't know how to anymore. ;)

but back to conrad: about two weeks ago i introduced conrad to his first solid food, which was rice cerel because everywhere i looked thats what they suggested i start him out with; however, conrad thinks rice cerel is despicable and so i then let my motherly instinct direct me to his next food, and after realizing it was i who was hungry for pizza snackers i read on a different website that bananas or avocados or sweet potatoes were an ideal choice for all natural prevy mothers. so the next day i mashed up a banana but still conrad was not amused. i had given up, coming to the conclusion he just wasn't ready and my desire to take pictures of him with purreed food all over his face would have to wait till he was 12months. that was until one day when conrad, his gramma, and i were at a cafe in jacksonville having lunch and conrad leaned over in his highchair attempting to snatch my carnivore taco out from under my nose. i wasn't in the mood to share so i mashed up some of my avocado and let him take a taste. this was when everyone in the cafe heard the most delightful squeal, followed by grunts and moans of MORE. ever since then after his first nap he enjoys a nice bowl of purreed avocado in his highchair, and now i have pictures of a green baby.

in addition to the avocado he has also showed signs of liking grapes, and by signs i mean he violently grabs them out of my mouth and into his.

more later, i have dishes to do.