So, The Boy woke up at 5 o'clock this morning, as per (relative) usual. He stayed awake through The Wife leaving for work, and he & I hung out for a couple of hours in the living room, playing. He was in a good mood, smiling and trying to laugh (he doesn't have a laugh yet - kind of a REALLY wide smile and a rattling breath). We played on the spinny-thing (fun) and had some tummy time on the playmat. That really pissed him off. He napped in his chair afterwards, and I napped on the couch.
He woke up, and I fed him his bottle - around four plus hours after the last feeding, which is good. He fell asleep in the middle, woke up after twenty minutes and finished the bottle, then fell asleep on me. I moved him from my arm (which fell asleep) to the middle of my chest, which he promptly moved to the left shoulder.
Now, there is nothing as rewarding as having a baby sleeping on your chest. He's sweet and precious and cute. There's nothing like the trust and love that a baby shows. But, one must be careful - if you move too much, then he wakes up and bad things happen. However, I have to go to the bathroom. My left shoulder hurts, and I'm really, really hungry.
So, I'll deal with it for a little while longer, then move him to his bouncy seat. At least I can get some online reading done.