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Why am I suddenly caught up in military metaphors? Alternate title for this post: Don’t ask, don’t tell. During our sleep struggles over the last two weeks, it came up in conversation that perhaps blogging and facebooking (yes it’s a verb now) about this wasn’t helping. We were receiving all sorts of advice, online and . . . → Read More: by any means necessary (a.k.a. navel gazing) First off, the sleep report. Last night, I refrained from blogging how it went, and that’s a drag because I already can’t remember. I was afraid I’d been blogging the sleep too much. But it’s what’s going on with us right now, and I want to remember it. So, piecing it together… Despite a full . . . → Read More: unbelievable Last night, he didn’t fall asleep till 10pm. And it wasn’t for lack of trying on our parts. For TWO HOURS. Sheer. Misery. Today he napped for an hour from 11-12, in the midst of an otherwise gorgeous day of daddy-and-me while mommy alternately worked and spaced out on her lack of sleep and stress. . . . → Read More: a (not-so) short report on sleep Some new favorite things have emerged of late. For example, Jonah likes scrambled eggs for breakfast. He didn’t, for a long time, and now he does. Lots and lots of scrambled eggs. So I made us scrambled eggs for breakfast, at the start of our almost perfect day. A smooth day. Like butter. Buttery eggs. . . . → Read More: smoove like buttah Today it’s three, three, three posts in one: ART I’m sitting in my bedroom, meditating. Scott is on Jonah duty. It’s morning, so that involves light surveillance while making coffee, breakfast. I hear a prolonged series of thudding, scratching noises in the hallway outside my door. I KNOW without having to look that crayons are . . . → Read More: art, astute, anarchy |
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