Is it the weekend yet?

I think starting this week off tired has me questioning my perception of time. Oi, it was a good weekend, but tiring. I’m glad the World Cup is on – it’s nice to just sit back and watch it. Well, sit back while bouncing Spencer (he’s taken to bouncing his legs when standing), and generally entertaining him. At least he seems vaguely interested in watching the matches, though. It’s probably because there are moving colours on the computer screen. Thank God CBC is streaming the matches live, by the way. Don’t know how else I’d be able to watch apart from going down the street to the pub with Spencer (doesn’t quite feel right doing that). Can’t imagine that my explanation that we haven’t cable, and the only way to watch the games is to bring my infant son into the pub while I watch and have a beer, would stand up against most adults in the community. Ah well. I’d probably do it if I had to. At least once.

Spencer has been remarkably good today. He is definitely sleeping a lot more, which I think is in part due to the rough weekend he had with sleep. And possibly with all that poo pent up in him. Not quite his complete cheerful, self-entertaining self yet, but either that part had been a phase, or he’s not quite on top of his ball yet. Only time shall tell.

In other news, you may have noticed that Andy wrote an adapted poem to Spencer. If you don’t recognise the original, it’s to the tune of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

And here’s the picture of the day. Spencer has started taking up gnawing and sucking on his fingers:

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