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Ike is here. He's perfect, hilarious. This kid licks like no other. Don't give him kisses unless you want slobber on your face. He's so fab-o.

When Abe was 4 weeks I started to get really emotionally drained due to lack of sleep. I promised myself that this time I would not freak out like I did with Abe. Well, we're 6 weeks in and the short nights of sleep are starting to wear. DO NOT get me wrong, I am terribly thankful for him sleeping 7-9 hour stretches, usually starting at 7 pm-ish. But the getting up at 2:30 and staying up til 4 getting him back down is rough. Mark gets up for a run at 5, so I am barely back to sleep myself before my sleep is disturbed again. Coffee is good, but surely I'll end up with an ulcer at this rate.

I need to vent a little bit, so I stick with my plan not to freak out. (When I say "freak out," I mean that I don't want to tinker with Ike's sleep so he sleeps longer at night. I really want nature to do its thing.) Isaiah is 6 weeks and we are still getting to know each other. Right? More time, we just need more time. Good news: we have time, we have the rest of his life. The thing I was most afraid of when he was born that I was taking these moments for granted. So while we have the rest of his life, now is just now and it will pass too quickly. Breathe, Amanda, breathe!