Casey was up all night last night with a very sick Dudley. The poor canine vomited roughly half his body weight at about 11:30 PM, and was a dry-heaving machine for the rest of the night. Unfortunately for Casey, my Mommy instincts have now been programed to only hear Kenny in the middle of the night, so I was blissfully unaware of our four-legged friend’s escapades.
Kenny is louding protesting in his crib behind me right now at the fact that I have him temporarily contained and am typing, rather than chasing him around the house. I finally called the pediatrician, and we are going in tomorrow to discuss Naps, or lack thereof, Sleep, and Infant Development. I honestly don’t know if I am over-analyzing Kenny’s sleep habits, or if I am rightly concerned. The nurse on the phone seemed to think it warrented an immediate visit…
Ok, Kenny is doing more than just a protest… more to come…