I think in general Weston is a great sleeper, but lately his new "skills" are keeping him up. Actually this is nothing new so I know now how to approach it. When Wes was 6 months old he learned how to roll over from his back to his stomach so for several days he practiced all night long. He would roll onto his stomach, get on all fours and then cry until someone came in and laid him back on his back so he could go back to sleep. This happened up to ten times a night until finally we just let him cry and figure it out himself.
Well now that he has learned how to stand up we are running into the same problem. My wonderful sleeper is now waking up in the middle of the night/nap and promptly standing up. I'm not playing this game again! So Weston figured out pretty quickly how to sit/ fall down himself, because no one is going to rescue him this time.


This is Weston's bed-head. Looks just as scary as his mom and dad when he wakes up.

I'm Blogging Again!

I haven't blogged in a while because I am all too aware that I have nothing to say. Although being boring hasn't changed, I've decided to blog anyway because Myra says I should, and perhaps she wants to show the world how exciting her life is by comparison. http://myrajohnsonfamily.blogspot.com/

Many mundane things are happening in our family in the next few months. Scott is leaving in 6 weeks for a 3 week Jazz tour in England and Scotland with Synthesis. Starting Memorial Day I will be going to Provo pool for some fun in the sun, and a few weeks after that Wes and I start swim lessons. In the middle of all of this Wes will be learning how to walk. He has started to stand up along furniture, and we'll see where that leads him. As is always the case with Wes, his frustration with his physical limitations may lead him to walk early, but he may realize that his falls hurt his mom and dad more than himself and decide to hold off a while...



In other baby news, Weston is as clingy as ever. We realize it's an age thing, and for the first time we are asking that he grow up a little faster. Having a baby follow you around the house sounds really cute, until he doesn't want you to go to the bathroom, or insists on helping you type your blog. So we are discovering angry Weston. I'm angry I can't eat your sandwich. I'm angry that stranger didn't smile at me. I'm angry I can't hold the camera.