The incredible eleven-hour nights have officially ended. E has gotten up twice the past three nights. Last night he was up at 11:00 and 4:00. It was a strange night because it appeared that TJ was getting a stomach bug (sound familiar?), and he thought he was going to puke. He'd also had stomach cramps all day. I get so nervous and tense about puking, I decided to go sleep in the guest room/my office, because otherwise I knew I'd just lay next to TJ worrying about him and waiting for him to throw up. Of course, then I just worried in the other room. In the end, he never got sick and I didn't get much sleep. Ugh. Sometimes I think Tense should be my middle name, especially since E was born. But that's not accurate really--it's not like I'm tense with E. On the contrary. It's more that I have a hard time relaxing when I get the chance.
This afternoon we're taking E to the Children's Research Lab at UT to be part of a memory study on six-month-olds. I don't know how they found us, but it's just a half-hour commitment and it seemed interesting, so we figured we'd do it. I can't imagine how they'll evaluate Eamon's memory. The thought makes me laugh. I know he has a memory, but, well, it's not always obvious. It sounds like they're going to be testing his short-term memory. Showing him pictures. That seems even funnier!