It's official: Bex is crawling three months sooner than his brother did. Five and a half months old, before he can even sit for more than 30 seconds on his own. My children, they are backwards. Sam would pull up on things before he could even roll over, which he finally did at eight months old, and then was crawling two weeks later.

I had been trying with him this morning, attempting to coax him with the television remote. That's what finally motivated Sam, so I thought it might work again. No, instead it was a Subway sandwich that lured him. Notice a food trend with my children? He crawled over to mine first and clenched a big chunk of bread in his fist, and then attempted to attack DH's, which is what you see in the video. Not so subtle at implying that he's ready for solids, is he? Just a few more weeks, kid. Slow down!

Did you know Starbucks serves coffee-free beverages? Yes? Well apparently I'm the only hermit who didn't realize that. My mom and I met at Starbucks to chat last night, where I never go because I believed they only served coffee. And since coffee reminds me of a cross between old cigarettes and stale cheese, I don't drink it. Well, they do in fact serve other things because I enjoyed an Orange Cream and we had a nice visit. It was a good way to unwind after the Conspiracy my children had plotted yesterday. I took home an iced vanilla coffee for DH (which STUNK very, very badly. How do you people drink that crap?)

My friend Cara came over today with her two boys, Logan and Lucas. Logan is Sam's age so we've been attempting to make them socialize. Well so far, they either play alone in completely opposite ends of the house, fight over a toy, or push each other down. Best friends, I tell you. I think I have converted another one over to The Dark Side though, aka cloth diapering. I sent a handful of Bex's old diapers home with her to try out so she can decide what she likes.

Tonight was another round of Guess Which Way the Baby Wants To Be Put To Sleep Tonight. We tried nursing, walking, swaying, strollering, outside-ing, bouncering, TVing, and Motrining. He finally conked out during car-riding. Poor chunk had bad gas and I could hear his belly gurgling around. I always feel guilty when that happens, although I don't remember eating anything out of the ordinary. Last night he woke up at 11:30 to eat and then slept til 5am, nursed again, and was back down until 7:30. Progress, maybe? Lets hope so.

He's asleep now though, so I think I might actually go to bed before 1am tonight. More than four hours of sleep a night is a novelty in this house.