I'm having one of those mornings where I want to conduct all conversation in tonal grunts.

Which is to say, I'm kind of tired.

We got e-mail yesterday afternoon from my friend Jenn, the upshot of which was that she volunteered to come over and make us dinner in exchange for conversation and the chance to hold the baby.

So she did, and we had a very nice dinner. But she didn't even get to our house until 7, and so we ate kind of late, and we sat up and talked for quite a while, so Matt and I didn't get to bed until after 10:30, for the second night in a row - and this, when our "normal" bedtime has crept backwards to about 9:30! (Oh, how the mighty have fallen.)

And Penny was fine, really, except I guessed wrong how hungry she was going to be, and wound up having to get up to make more formula, and then the cat started doing his schtick around 5:30 and I've been having problems walking lately (just a hint of the old heel problem combined with a new and peculiar stiffness in the ankles and knees) so I really didn't want to get out of bed to shut the cat in the bathroom.

I thought about just getting up then. At 5:30 I could have stretched out my ankles and calves, then gotten the baby and fed her, then gotten on with the rest of the morning as usual. But I was so tired, I just laid in bed and mentally whined at the cat.

I'm sure things are not much better for Matt, who managed to sleep through the cat's pathetic whining this morning, but was actually up with Penny to feed her instead of dozing.

The cat may very well find himself in the bathroom or the garage at 9:00 tonight. And I'm praying Penny decides to sleep in tomorrow morning.

I just keep telling myself... She's getting bigger. She's not doing it regularly yet, but she's taken a few 6-ounce feedings. Another few months, and maybe her stomach will be big enough to hold enough food to get her through a night.

(I'm not even asking for her to sleep through the night regularly, here. Just an occasional night would be nice.)

Of course, I have been informed that certain of our friends are envious because we can put Penny in her crib when she's sleepy but still awake, and she will go to sleep on her own. So I guess everyone's got their own particular cross to bear.

Or baby. Whatever.

As a note - Penny's 2-month checkup is a bit later this morning. People have been asking us for two weeks now how much she weighs, and we keep having to say, "I don't know. Ask again after the doctor's appointment."

So if you're really curious... I expect there'll be a blog entry up by lunchtime.

--Liz