Dang...what am I going to do when my mom leaves and Dave is at work. I'm scared. I'm going to count down the hours until Dave comes home. I better learn real quick how to sleep when Caleb is sleeping...if he sleeps, since the boy doesn't like to sleep these days. And I gotta reconcile myself to the fact that we might have some lame, quick, easy to make meals for the time being. And laundry might not get done. I just gotta get into a rhythm being alone with Caleb. And I gotta train him to like being in the carrier because I'm going to need my hands once in a while. If he would even like being in the stroller that would help...but this guy is so weird...he doesn't like the carrier, bouncer, swing, or stroller...don't most babies like that stuff? For the past three nights he's been swaddled and on my chest to sleep for his 4 hour stretch. Man, I'm getting payback for the tempermental person that I am with a tempermental baby...