Fifteen Weeks Old

I lost Gavin's binki this week. I searched everywhere. Even went to the store to buy a new one. They didn't have the kind I wanted. So... there goes his binki. At 3 1/2 months old he's done. Cold Turkey. He's not quite the addict with it, the way Max is. So it wasn't that traumatic. And I figured it's ok. We'll be better off without it, right?
Gavin likes to sleep in his bed, right? He doesn't like to sleep in my arms. So during those 3 hours of church, you can catch me in the hall most of the time. Just follow the sound of the crying baby. That's Gavin and me... And I don't know what to do. All he wants to do is lay down and sleep. The other week I actually did that. I went in the foyer and laid the blanket down and put him to sleep. Well, he's also a light sleeper. Today Rich took him for a few minutes and he fell asleep for him doing laps around the halls. But he woke up when all the warm womanly chatter began when Relief Society was starting. And then during Relief Society a friend left the meeting and found me (in the hall). Took my dead-tired-can't-do-anything-other-than-cry-my-eyes-out baby and told me to go in and take a break. I was so grateful to her. Gavin really is a wonderful baby. When he's rested and fed.
Speaking of feedings. There is no problems there. Check out those mega thighs!! Gotta love it...