After living in Santa Barbara for over a decade, we have decided to move back to my hometown: Eugene, Oregon. It's no sunny Central Coast, but there is a lot here that I am appreciating (again) for the first time.
Anderson is five months today, and he took in his very first Duck Football game (season opener against New Mexico, and the Ducks won 72-0, a little sad really. . .)
Here is the boy at five months:
Anderson. . .
Has his two bottom teeth coming in, and his top two are just under the surface (in the painful way).
Is rolling from his back to his stomach, then gets frustrated because he can't get back over.
Flirts with all the ladies who smile at him.
Grabs for everything, and puts it in his mouth upon contact.
According to the United Nations, sleep deprivation is a form of torture. And, after last night, it makes a lot of sense to me why this is the case. I did a little reading and allegedly it works a little like this: the torturer will deprive their prisoner of sleep for a long time, give them a taste of sleep, then wake them up and demand (probably again) the information they want. I am not really implying that what I experienced is anywhere near this bad, but I do understand why this torture would make one confess to a crime (that they had or hadn't) committed after a long while of not sleeping.
Anderson used to be a great sleeper (5-6 hours at a time), then he turned four months and he realized that if he cried he would get soothed back to sleep--clever little suckers, these babies. So, last night he slept the worst he has slept in his life; he woke up ever hour. As I write this, I am in a haze of delirium, and there is a little buzzing headache that will not go away. I think all new moms are familiar with this feeling. So, I decided to ask my torturer his thoughts on my state and this is what he had to say (excuse my dorky mom-talk):
I guess I can't stay upset for too long. I hope you are all getting some sleep.
