He weighs over 11 pounds and is just such a nice baby. He smiles a lot now and he's almost sleeping through the night... although I've been saying that I feel like he's on the verge for several weeks now. Last night and the night before he slept from about 11 pm to 4 am, then until 7:30ish. These past two nights were the first time he's only gotten up once to eat, instead of three or four times, So I'm happy.
What doesn't make me happy, is having a cold. Having a cold when you're the mom of young kids is just the worst. Oh well. It is almost better, and God is good.
