A cabin in the woods

My sweet baby and I left the busy valley of Salt Lake City and came up to Challis Idaho, population 1,081. The cabin we're staying in is far out of city limits, there's almost no traffic except for the occasional fisherman. Since we've been here, Charles-Winston has been pooping more regularly, spitting-up less, not so fussy in general, more alert during the day, deeper asleep in the night, he's been more playful, smiling more, just everything is better!
     If Charles-Winston is so much healthier overall out here, then what are all these other city-goers along with myself doing to ourselves and our families? My anxiety has decreased dramatically along with my quality of breathing. I love it out here and the air is fresher, there's no buildings in sight, it's so relaxing.
     Charles-Winston cannot get enough of it! He loves it here so much and so do I, I wish we never had to leave. But we miss his daddy and we can't live hours away from civilization. I just wish we could live like this all the time, I wish there was a happy medium. 

Parenting nightmares

My worst nightmare as a new parent is an overtired baby, ya hear? 

     We keep everything on a whiteboard (previously mentioned), when he eats, sleeps, poops, you get the point. Yet, Charles-Winston is more often than not extremely over tired by the time I get him to sleep. I've come to accept that squirming and flailing are a part of his sleep-time routine, the poor little guy will not stop until he's too tired to function, it may have something to do with his teething because it seems to have gotten even more difficult to get him to fall asleep this past week or so. 

     We're back to swaddling, if that tells you anything. He also gets frightened when he transitions from active sleep to deep sleep, so often times he'll wake up after napping for only about 20 minutes.

Clipping Charles-Winston's nails seems to be a recurring disaster. A few weeks ago, I was clipping his nails and accidentally took a chunk out of his thumb, he cried and cried and cried. It bled for two hours, then he finally fell asleep, when he woke up, he panicked and it bled for another two. This has happened twice now and I've only clipped his nails like 4 times in his life! (The rest of the time, Benjamin has bitten his nails). 

     It's so emotional for me to realize that my child is hurt because of something I did and I can't fix it. I've never felt as helpless as I did when I clipped his fingertip. I just really hope these feelings don't intensify as he gets older because as amazing as these parenting emotions can be, they're also quite debilitating when my child is injured.