Simon has not been a happy baby lately. If the teething weren't enough, he developed a cold last week, so he's been cranky. Dragging him all over Ohio I'm sure didn't help. And like us, I think he's also trying to get used to his new surroundings.
We put him down for a nap just before 5 today, hoping that he's still wake up for dinner and hang out for awhile. We're still trying to get him to sleep later in the morning, and we might be making some progress by simply not getting him when he starts babbling in the morning.
Tonight, I got him up a little before 7, and we had about an hour of quiet play time on the couch, with warm milk. He was happy, chilled out, and had some giggles, wedged between some pillows and me. It was the happiest I've seen him in awhile, and it was wonderful. In the chaos of moving, I felt like I wasn't getting quality Simon time, and I really needed that.