Salsa

My husband loves salsa.  And I love my husband.  So last night we salsa'd.

Rather, we crushed 20 tonne of tomatoes, 3000 peppers, and enough onions to make Chuck Norris cry.  Then we added a truck load of garlic and other spices, boiled it for an hour and a half, and put it in jars.  Salsa.

By 'we' I mean that we, the both of us, actually did it together.  Something that you learn very quickly with a baby is that parenthood is a juggling act.  It requires one free hand for baby at all times - I'm actually  typing this blog with only one hand (please excuse the typos).  So last night as baby seemed to be exhibiting signs of teething (ack! at two months?!  I'm not ready for this), we were tag-teaming the rocking of child and salsa-ifying of tomatoes.

The results of our labours? A sleeping baby and 9 pint sized jars of salsa.

It seems that we should have also tag-teamed the putting on of lids.  I, for whatever reason, neglected to tighten the rings on the jars and they didn't seal.  Lame.  So this morning I got to re-boil, sterilize, jar, and clean everything all over again.  Woo!  ... the things you do for love.

Sleep

It is 10:30pm.  A little boy just fell asleep.

I keep getting asked if he's an easy baby; if he sleeps well through the night.  Yes and yes.

He will wake up between 2-3am for a bottle and a diaper change.  Then straight back to sleep.
He will then wake up between 5-6 am for another bottle and diaper change. 
Usually, he goes back to sleep again until about 7:30 or 8am.
Then starts a series of being awake for a couple hours and napping for a couple hours throughout the day.
He's usually napping around 11am or noon so that I can eat lunch.  He's usually napping again around 5 or 6pm so that I can also eat supper - he's very considerate that way.
We go into bedtime mode around 8:30pm.  Have a play time and a bath, change into PJs, lots of cuddles and a big bottle, and he's asleep by 10:30.

The best part?  He set the schedule himself, and it works!

I paid the price for messing with his schedule one day about a week ago.  We were visiting Dave's parents and I let him sleep through the entire evening.  Big mistake.  He fell asleep around 7pm and didn't wake up for his evening play time.  It was my fault, not his, so I couldn't really be mad at him for being wide awake and wanting to play from 2 - 4:30am!  But boy was it painful!


So there you go.  I don't know what your definition of 'sleeping through the night' is (everyone's expectations seem to be different), but he does sleep well and I sleep well enough to not go crazy.