
His precious baby physique,

His excellent nutritional habits (kid will chow on anything & everything, raw broccoli included).

The kid is seemingly perfect. But, he's in the middle of a long-running sleep strike. I'm teetering on the edge and realizing just how fragile my sanity truly is. He was sleeping 8-9 hours a few months ago (swaddled). A few sicknesses & the doctors orders to drop the swaddle, and here we are waking up every 1-2 hours every freaking night. I need coffee and sleep, not in that order.
Good thing they're both so stinking cute & that Reese is a great sleeper....

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