This week, Aliza has been very bad at night--she keeps waking up and the only way to soothe her is to bring her into bed with us. The only problem is that her sprawling is now really bad. (Next time, we're sidecarring the crib. The Arms Reach isn't level, apparently, so I'll just go the bungee cord route.) And she snores. It's really impressive snoring for an 8 month old, I tell you. (I've looked it up, and it's probably just due to extra saliva from teething; if she keeps it up then it might mean a deviated septum.)
This means (oh, and Neil's snoring has been particularly bad this week, so it's a snoring chorus in our room; someone should tape it when I'm asleep, since I do too!) that I haven't been sleeping well. Today I caught up. Not entirely good as there was other stuff I had to do (mainly, clean the flat: in-laws visiting tomorrow!) but I do feel much better.
This means (oh, and Neil's snoring has been particularly bad this week, so it's a snoring chorus in our room; someone should tape it when I'm asleep, since I do too!) that I haven't been sleeping well. Today I caught up. Not entirely good as there was other stuff I had to do (mainly, clean the flat: in-laws visiting tomorrow!) but I do feel much better.