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Lookit me! I'm wide awake!

No, we didn't sleep again last night, thanks for asking. In the mornings, I used to make a half pot of coffee for myself to consume each day - sometimes not having more than a mug of it (usually due to baby committments more than lesser coffee needs at the time). Now I'm afraid to say that I'm making almost a whole pot each bleary eyed morning and polishing off the whole thing by lunch time. I'm tired, I'll tell you that for free.

The bad news: my eye yuckiness is returning for the 3rd time, which means a future visit to the opthamologist and more hot sticky sweaty summer days wearing my glasses and trying to put on my makeup by feel and not sight in the morning.

The good news: my big boy can sit up by himself!  Which means that baby proofing and the mahem that follows is just around the corner. Last night, while sitting up and viewing the world around him at his new eye level,  he took keen fascination to the feel of his hands and forehead against the sharpy sharp corners of our glass-topped coffee table, which shall either have a shortened life in our home or shall soon be tastefully wrapped in styrofoam edges and duct tape.  To send donations to the McIntyres for a new (and much safer, soft wooden) coffee table, email me for our address and/or bank account numbers.
 
Its another day in paradise.