I was going to post, but everything I have to say sounds mean right now.

This would be a side effect of Mr. Damn-but-I’m-alert-for-being-not-quite-3-weeks-old, who has decided that the time from 3 to 5 in the a.m. is excellent for getting uninterrupted mommy playtime.

Innit he cute?  (Actually, he is, he really is.  Jay, post some pics or something!)

We’re really blessed to have such bright kids, but do you know how hard it is to entertain a baby that age who doesn’t know that his lot in life is supposed to be eating, sleeping, and pooping and who insists on staying awake for hours at a time instead, peering at you as though you’re *his* latest experiment?

Such problems, I know!  But I could really use more than 5 broken hours of sleep.  I’m getting even weirder than usual over here.  And the house?  Filthy.  And my temper?  Short.

You know?

1. So basically what you’re saying is that you gave birth to the next Stewie Griffin?

   Posted by caltechgirl  on  09/08  at  05:11 PM  from 
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