Sandman Ain't Welcome Here

A quick quip before my adventure to hot and humid Houston.  Of course, this post like a majority of my others will be about my babbling baby boy (oh, he bounces too, but he is really into babbling right now).

I tried reading thousands (closer to 4) books on how to raise my infant best.  Then I did my own conglomeration/ experiment, because obviously I know better than the experienced experts.  This is the result:

What's that?  It has only been 45 minutes? Nah, I'm up - let's party.

SR is still napping three times a day (not sure what the books say about that, but I am sure my pediatrician will correct me in a couple weeks at his 6 month appointment).  He gets one or two long naps in, but invariably, he has a 45-er.  I like the red circles and bags under his eyes... I really see myself in him.  Another reason I see myself in this bundle of joy and gas:

A.D.D. - I think I am promoting it.

On a rare detour into "not-my-child" notes, my 6-7 year old lab tap surrendered to it's age, so I had to purchase a new computer.  This is terrifying to me.  Although I am not as much a creature of habit as my husband, I rather enjoy knowing how to find and open files (or "right click".  there is no right.  or left.  it is just one big click.)  So, to all you Mac users out there - if you know a website that can tutor me on how to use this beast, please comment or email me.  Much obliged.