On the nights that Jonathan puts Max to bed, the kiddo gets super smirky and pleased with himself.


Cute boys. One of whom is dissolving into giggles

We were just down in Annapolis for my parents' 40th anniversary. Here are a couple shots of Max with his Grandma at the party, right before he went up to bed. He did great, schmoozed the guests and even went to sleep without a fuss despite 40 loud guests downstairs. Thanks, Max!

When Max is tired, he really likes falling asleep on my shoulder. Here are a few self-portraits of him hanging out there. The red-tinged ones are from the heat lamp in our bathroom.

We've finally gotten Max's sleep schedule somewhat under control -- around 8:15-8:30pm we give him a late feeding in a darkened bedroom, with some lullaby music playing, and he's almost always bundled and asleep by 9pm. We use some cool little ghost lamps from IKEA as nightlights, which we also use to check on him while he's sleeping. They cast a fun glow on the room.





In loudest cry, in darkest night, no bedtime will escape my sight. Let those who worship waking's might, beware my power, green lantern's light.

And for those of you geeky enough to be following the run-up to the Darkest Night arc in the GL comics, here's a look at the power of the Blue Lanterns. Note how he's wheedling up closer & closer. I don't trust those guys.