No rest for the weary.

Yawn.

Juliet is getting up before the sun these days, and I'm not really excited about it. I try ignoring her until an hour I deem appropriate rolls around, but man, she doesn't care for being ignored. The kid can be LOUD. So I deal with her pre-dawn risings, lest she wake her brother, and that would be BAD.

I attempted to catch another few minutes of shut-eye this morning by closing Juliet's bedroom door and lying down on her floor while she crawled around and played. Except, there was no playing - only crying. Unless I sat up; then she was happy and would laugh. But the second I would lie down, she'd start with the hollering again. Fun times.

In other sleep(less) news, Scott started hollering about two hours after we put him to bed last night, for reasons unknown to both Travis and me. He has a mild case of poison ivy, so maybe that's it. He doesn't seem to be uncomfortable, and he isn't scratching, but whatever - we'll take any excuse to give the kid Benadryl. So we doped him up and put him back to bed. But not before he spent a good half hour laughing at the hilarity that is Tad Smith.



Crazy kid.