6/1-3/2006 - Into the Abyss

The baby didn't sleep too good last night.  Trying to take a page out of Elizabeth Pantley's playbook, I have started to keep a log of his sleeping habits:

7:50 PM Fell asleep in my arms.  Put in crib.
8:30 PM Woke up yowling.  Moved to carseat
10:50 PM        Woke up.  Inconsolable.  Brought to mummy for nai-nais.
11:20 PM        Back in crib
1:05 AM Out of crib.  Back to mummy.
2:10 AM Msme,4,.4
2:25 AM No, you take him.
4:00 AM Time to walk the halls
4:30 AM Back to mummy.
6:00 AM The eldest is up, dammit.  Baby in crib
6:45 AM Eldest out of bed, baby surprisingly still in crib
7:30 AM Dad in crib
9:00 AM Moved dad from crib to keyboard.  Good luck with those internal rate of return models.

So as I stood blinkingly in the lunch line, my eyes hit on a bottle I hadn't noticed before.  Starbucks Frappuccino.  With a star over the "I."  How cute.  I looked at the diet soft drinks or tea that I usually walked away with, but somehow ended up purchasing the Frapp.  For $2.25.  I hope it tastes bad.  It doesn't.

Today coffee.  Tomorrow I'll be injecting caffeine subcutaneously.

44,500 palpitating steps today.  Cheers,