cheese!

I'm not quite sure what I was thinking.  

I had nothing planned and the idea of not cooking supper (and therefore no pots and pans to clean up) was definitely appealing at the time.  It's been a while (7 months to be exact) and I guess I had forgotten about the consequences so I threw caution into the wind.  I ate pizza.  Yes, pizza with cheese.  It tasted freakin' delicious.  

Things seemed fine and dandy until Leo woke up at 9 p.m.    He was crying.  

I couldn't console him so I had a plan - bring him into bed with me.  Ryan's away so it's the perfect situation.  At 10:30 p.m. he finally dozed off...... It was a magical moment and I think I actually drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.  What an amazing feeling to sleep next to this little man.  I was so happy.  So in love.  

Things seemed fine and dandy until Leo woke up at 2:30 a.m.  He appeared to be puzzled at his whereabouts.  He's not used to nursing in bed so that was a colossal failure.  Things escalated from there and he went from sound asleep to fully awake about 3 times until I'd had enough.  I brought him downstairs to his own room.... 

At 4 a.m. I was back in bed. 

At 5 a.m. on the nose, Leo woke up again and thus was the beginning of another day.  I tried getting him back to sleep but he had other plans.  

Who could be upset with this face?  

P.S.  I hate, hate, hate pyjamas with snaps.  Zippers only!!!  No snaps!!!!!

Oh... and when Leo's done using me as a milk factory I'm going to throw myself a Fondue Party!   Every Saturday night until the end of time.  I'm also going to drink lots of milk and lattes.  Probably lattes mostly.  :)