Last night - for the second night in a row - Logan didn't want to sleep in his crib. When I tried to move him into his crib from our bed he started to wake up and fuss. Normally he sleeps pretty soundly - even if he wakes up in his crib he goes back to sleep fairly easily. Not last night, though. He was somewhat congested, and had trouble nursing earlier. That's usually a sign that he'll have trouble sleeping. Anyway, we let him sleep between us in bed. He takes up a lot of space for a little baby - he sleeps with his hands stretched out. I think he feels for us with his little hands while he's in our bed, just to make sure we're still there. It's pretty cramped sleeping with him.
This morning when we woke up snow was falling and blanketing the streets and sidewalks. Seattle public schools cancelled classes for the fifth time this year. When we took Chazz and Logan for the morning walk the streets were completely empty, and the stroller wheels picked up clumps of snow.
Logan was born in a year of extreme weather. We've already had torrential rain, an enormous windstorm and many days of sub-freezing weather. If I remember correctly our summer was very hot as well.
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