2:00 AM – I hear Henry crying on the monitor.  We follow a sleep training plan pretty religiously, but I can tell the difference between “wah, wah, I’m awake and shouldn’t be” and “Mommmma! I need you!”  It’s a “I need you” wail, so I go upstairs, change him, give him a bottle, and we end up co-sleeping in the guest bed.

7:15 AM – Henry’s up again and squirming in my arms.  I am so tired.  I’m desperately trying to figure out what time it is really and what the time change means for Henry’s schedule.  I roll over to check my phone and realize that three of my mom friends have texted me overnight wondering the exact same thing.  Hah!  I give Henry another bottle, and we roll around and talk in bed for another 45 minutes.

8 AM – Time to go downstairs and do morning chores.

8:05 AM – I really must childproof that cabinet, I think.  I tell Henry to scram and feed the pets.

8:10 AM – While Henry plays with his toys, I make a list of my goals for the day. I do this most mornings; it really helps me stay on track.  I feel particularly overwhelmed today because I’d really love a day off but I have so much work backed up from the past week.  I have five huge projects due this week and don’t know when I’m going to do them.

I spend a few minutes debating whether I’m going to go back to sleep when Henry naps or work or exercise.  I decide it’s either work or exercise.

8:15 AM – I pour coffee and start breakfast.

8:20 AM – I have a bowl of cereal while sitting in front of Henry’s high chair and helping him eat.

Henry has eggs and blueberries.  He actually eats a lot, which surprises me considering he’s already had 8 ounces of formula.  He’s so hot or cold on solid foods. It’s really hard to predict how much he’ll eat for a meal.

I get tired of picking blueberries out of my cereal and smashing them up, so I wash and cut up his own handful of blueberries (some of these get squished down further – I aim for pea-sized bites).

Breakfast takes us about 15 minutes.

8:35 AM – We let out the dogs.

Henry practices saying dog. I’m SO glad I caught this on tape!  He’s pointing at James.

We survey the mess that is the backyard… We’re planning on landscaping the yard and expanding the deck in the next three weeks or so. I am SO excited. I am so tired of the dirt pit.

8:40 AM – We go back inside and make another list.  This time it’s the grocery list.

9:00 AM – After a bit of playing, we go back upstairs to the nursery…

And Henry selects a book.

We read Do Crocs Kiss? three times.  Then, we pull down more books and look for photos of dogs so Henry can say “DAGH!”

9:20 AM – I change his diaper (for the third time this morning).  I pin him down with my feet in his armpits… it’s the only way to change him.  I swear, he is the wiggliest baby that I’ve ever seen.

He has a bottle, and I lay him down in the crib with another book.  I sneak out…

And watch on the monitor as he flips through the book for a few minutes and then passes out.

That’s a Sunday morning in Henry’s life!  Now it’s momma’s turn for a little exercise and work.

What’s your Sunday morning entail?