Ya win some, ya lose some...

So, Eden has started sleeping in four-hour chunks at night which is MAGICALLY FANTASTIC!

BUT...

She's made up for it by being awake during the day at extremely inconvenient times, ie. when I am playing Farm Frenzy and trying to enjoy my graham crackers in peace.

She won't settle for sitting nicely in her bouncy seat. She has to be held. By ME.

I tried her on Josh (who thought it was great for about a minute and a half), and she wouldn't have it (possibly because he wasn't actually holding her, but was letting her slide down his lap while he asked repeatedly, "Am I done yet?").

That's the problem with being the Milk Lady. I'm the all-around comfort machine, and, by golly, nobody else can take my place. Not for at least another six or so months at any rate.

But that's okay.

She may be a miniature version of Jabba the Hutt (super fat, bald, and does the obligatory oozing-tongue waggling...she doesn't have a tail, though, just in case you were worried.), but she is definitely cuter.

As my mother-in-law says, you need to enjoy each minute they are tiny, because, just like kittens turn into cats, and caterpillars turn into butterflies, babies grow up to be obnoxious adults who cut you off on the freeway (she only said the first part, about them being tiny, though...).