September 17th, 2005

A Pocket Full of Murder


Stupid baseball.

On a happier note, I actually got some honest-to-goodness rest last night, if you don't count the hour after each feeding where Paul yelled his head off for no discernible reason. I know babies have to fuss sometime, but could they at least do it during the day when nobody is trying to sleep?

*having dutifully eaten something and taken horrible antibiotic pills, goes off to try to sleep again*