night owls
It's six in the morning, and we're both still up. Evan's kinda up. Like, in that state where he's basically unconsious when you cradle him in your arms or put him in a bouncer or Boppy. We could put him in the crib, and that'd fool him for about 20 minutes, but then he gets wise to that scheme, realises he's not being swaddled or held, and starts fussing. He likes the human contact, he does.
A "whooo!" just came from the nursery. I can only assume another poo bomb.
Egon came over, we rented The Girl Next Door, and some other movie whose name escapes me at the moment. It was pretty good; a much smarter kind of comedy than American Pie and its ilk.
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cmcykana) wrote,
sleepy
