Sleeping like a baby

Since having babies I have really hated the phrase, "sleeping like a baby." What a misnomer. Whoever coined that phrase had not slept in a house with a baby. They aren't good sleepers! They are terrible sleepers! They toss, turn, cry, and expect to be held and rocked at all hours. Whenever I hear the phrase, I am reminded of the very painful 5 months of Lucas' infanthood during which he would only sleep on a moving body. Even at 3 am, if I laid down, even propped up diagonally so it would seem like I was still standing and walking him around, he'd know and he'd wake up. We had to Ferberize him, it was so bad. So I can't stand that phrase.

But sleeping like a toddler, now there is the sleep of angels. Look at this cherub:

Basketball

Josh has started youth league basketball through the YMCA. I have to say, they get nicer uniforms than the cotton t-shirt he got for soccer in Portland. They have blue and gray reversible tanks, and switch out depending on whether they are home or away.

Here is Josh after his first game. He wore his team shirt all day and all night. Which was fine, because we went to the Mavericks game that night (a full theme day of basketball events!) so it was kind of like team spirit. He would have worn it all week if we'd let him. He is very proud.



So proud, in fact, that he willingly posed for mom's cheesy photos (these two are from the second game; note the intervening haircut):

Josh plays tenacious D (even when his team is on offense, as in this picture):

But also eventually learned to play offense too, and scored three baskets in his first game. This is the (very blurry) photo just after his first basket. Under all that blur is a cute smile: