twenty three weeks

Knox and I are barely on speaking terms right now. The napping chaos must stop. We're working on transitioning him out of the swaddle during naps and the results aren't any worse than before but they sure as heck aren't any better. Please, Jesus, have mercy on this household. We're trying to rip the band-aid off and potty train Surrey (minus sleeping times) at the same time, which to put it lightly is a massive train wreck.  Oh, and we're attempting to detox and get our acts together with food, too. No one should be allowed all of these transitions sans wine. No one.
We tried applesauce for the first time and although he made a face of sheer disgust upon food entering his mouth, he never cried, gagged, or turned his head so we're pressing onward. He's taken big time interest in watching other people eat and has even gotten a little grabby in his old age. Hoping he's far less picky than Surrey.
I'm pretty positive he should be rolling over or making strides in the sitting up category, but he's in no rush.