Casey is 7-weeks old today. Today is also Day 1 of his dad being back down in San Diego for the week for work so I will be a single mother for 3 whole days and most of Friday. Hopefully that will be easier than it sounds. He has had a couple nights this past week where he has slept a full 8 hours that were simply bliss but mostly he is up every 3. We think he has been going through a growth spurt because if there isn't a boob in his mouth or he isn't asleep, he is a fussy crybaby. Thank goodness he is so cute because those times are pretty trying. The other night when we were putting him in his pajamas he was screeching like a brand new baby and it was just like nails on a chalkboard. Apparently for the exactly 7-week anniversary of his arrival into this world, my body wanted to relive the blood loss I experienced that day at 1 o'clock this morning. Such a pleasure. I will be calling the doctor if this shit doesn't stop soon. But enough about me. In other Casey developments, he has discovered sucking his hand in the most graphic sounding way possible and his poops have been pretty much limited to one epic deuce a day. He is a chatty little man with lots to say and every now and then we are lucky enough to milk a smile out of him. I can't wait until those are a bit more sincere and in response to something other than gas.