Probably the hardest part of dealing with all the new issues is that we're trying to do it in an apartment. Every noise from our neighbors or the parking lot wakes him up, and I feel bad letting him cry himself to sleep because of all the noise he makes. I still believe in our decision to get our financial house in order before buying a physical house, but some days (or nights) it really tests my patience. Darreck and I keep daydreaming about the days when we'll look back on these days fondly. "Remember when we were young and poor and Max wouldn't sleep? Ah, those were the days...". Give me about forty years, okay.
On the happier side, Max has finally gotten happy when he's awake! He laughs over everything, especially his dad. We've discovered that he already has a strong affinity for music, and he's reached the point where I can set him down and he'll listen to me practice for half an hour. This is especially helpful with my first symphony concert only a week and a half away. He has also learned to sit up on his own, and he can stand holding onto furniture. What's funny is that, for all his physical prowess, he still has no interest in rolling over. I'm so proud of all his little accomplishments, even if I'm a little sad he's getting big so fast. Such is life.
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