Thursday, June 07, 2007
It'll be short and sweet, kind of like my sleep last night: the five month-old and I were downstairs, awake, starting at 3am. He was asleep by about 6:30am or so. I wasn't---an episode of Entourage and two episodes of CSI, with a couple of cups of tea kept me functioning. He's not really done this too much, so I can't complain too much---but I get to, a little. The sleep pattern of infants is fucking absurd. Yeah, love, I know. That's why I do it. And know I'll do it again in a second. I just need him to wait a few more seconds before doing that little trick again.