I find I’ve lately become obsessed with math. Well more like obsessed with a combination of math, physics and chemistry. All of course in relation to Henry. He slept for 8 1/2 hours straight last night, from 8pm to 4:30am and then from 4:40 to 6:30. This is a great night for us. Every time something like this happens, I find myself making these massive mental calculations trying to figure out what was the magic formula that got us over 8 hours of sleep. Was it yesterday’s staggered naps? Was it the heated sweet potatoes that made him eat more than his usual portion? The play time we had leading up to bed? The sound machine set on “waterfalls” at a certain decibel? A combination of some or all of these factors? I drive myself insane trying to figure it out. After putting him back down to sleep at 4:40 I started doing the math in my head, thus keeping myself awake for an extra 20 minutes. Chris keeps telling me “there is no formula Melina, it’s all random, you can’t predict a baby!” but I feel like if I just put a bit more effort into it, I can break the code (and of course, then make millions!).
I don’t need to be a math whiz to figure out how lucky I am to have a guy like Chris. On Saturday he threw me a surprise birthday picnic at Pinhey’s Point with friends and family. I was so happy to see everyone (well what I could see after having been blindfolded for the whole car ride there, I had a bit of light blindness when the scarf came off). We had great food, great company and of course more present!! 🙂 The best part was that with so many people there, I was able to mingle and not worry about Henry knowing someone always had him. He’s a quick little bugger though. He shoved wrapping paper in his mouth so quickly, you really have to keep an eye out for him now. I was so wrapped up in the moment, I forgot to take pictures. Oh well, I have all the images in my mind and they’ll stay there forever.
Finally, my friend Gary has returned after a long stay away much to the chagrin of Purrl:
This guy will hang out on our back deck forever and just wait until Purrl sees him, then he’ll come up to the window acting all tough like “it’s to bad this window’s between us or I’d kick your ass!”. He does it at our front window as well. Although who knows, maybe he’s declaring his love for Purrl, I don’t speak chipmunk so we’ll never know.