I left the house this morning with Tyler and Daddy sleeping in. I got to work so early I don't know what to do with myself! We had a bit of a rough night last night. Tyler has been fighting a cough for the past week, not nearly as bad as the winter cough that lasted a few months, but it made him wake up a couple times last night. I guess that's good practice for what's to come, with his little brother due in 14 weeks, but I still don't know how my body managed to survive on four hours of sleep night after night just a year ago. If Tyler wakes up before midnight, Shawn has that shift covered. Last night the cough was so bad that Shawn woke me up to give Tyler his inhaler. It seemed to work because right after that, he was able to fall asleep. So was I. Until 4 am when he woke up again. This time it wasn't coughing so it must have been those darn teeth. We gave him Tylenol several times this week to get through the nights as he is working on those eye teeth, but didn't the last two nights because I hate to see how quickly we go through a bottle of that infant Tylenol stuff. They really need to make bigger bottles. So anyway, last night was rough. As I held him around my bulging belly at 4 in the morning, his brother repeatedly tried kicking Tyler off him. I wondered if Tyler felt that. I sure did. Then the kicks turned into hiccups which I was sure Tyler would not like, but I guess they were so rhythymic, it put him to sleep. Thank goodness.

These days he has become more attached than ever to his little green frog blanket we call Softy. When Tyler was newborn, Softy was bigger than him. At daycare, he couldn't take a nap without Softy over his eyes. But around five months old, we stopped using Softy at daycare and Tyler didn't seem to care whether he had it at night. Now suddenly there is a renewed affection with that thing, and this past week I've seen Tyler sucking his thumb several times. I read that toddlers will regress a bit before they move on to the next phase. I think the next phase must be the establishment of independence and his attachment to Softy and the thumb--while very cute--will probably subside.

I hope Shawn and Tyler are still asleep now. And I secretly hope when they do wake up, Tyler has a big messy diaper for his daddy to change. He only has to change about one diaper a month so it really should be a good one. Don't you think?