Woke up earlier than I felt like because I heard Amy crying. Today’s goals are simple. Laundry, kitchen and desk all need to be cleaned.
A few night ago Doug and I took Sarah and Noah to Olive Garden. It was strange to have a meal without someone throwing food, running around the table and squealing for no reason. Since it was a Friday night there was a wait and it was 8 p.m. before we got our food. Noah is usually in bed and asleep at 8 p.m. Noah ate a few bites then started complaining about being cold. Noah never complains of sleepiness. He is cold, has a headache or some other complaint. I let him sit between Doug and I and put his head in my lap. I stroked his hair and back for a few minutes and he fell fast asleep. Doug, Sarah and I continued our conversation and meal. Some time later I was watching Noah sleep and ran my fingers along his side casually, feeling the groove of his ribs under his shirt. I did this several times before pondering aloud, “I can feel hs ribs. Do you think he eats enough.” Doug had been watching from the corner of his eye until my comment. At that point he turned and looked at sleeping Noah as Noah twitched and curled up in a ball rhythmically while I gently stroked his tiny frame. Doug’s deadpan reply – “No, but I do think he’s ticklish.”