Its frustrating - this little cycle of sleep Ethan seems to play with every week or so: a few days GREAT sleeps; several days TERRIBLE sleeps (meaning hardly any sleep at all). Last night he was a mean old grouchy pants and didn't want to do anything except sit in our laps. Which is hard to do when you've just broken down and poured yourself a second glass of wine and really want to drink it, and you've got a large plate of delivered Chinese food in front of you you paid too much for and want to eat it while its still "same day" and somewhat warm. So apart from my usual complaining about his lack of sleeping, my lack of rest and surplus of tiredness, there's nothing new in this world to report to you, dear reader. And on that note, I hear my beloved boo-hooing in the other room where he sits in his highchair playing with a plethora of toys but that's just not good enough and he wants his mum. So I bid you adieu.....