peace~ma and ease~ma to Cappucino.

Deb, I'm not sure if you'll see this but I'm assuming that when you said:

having her euthanised, and making her last hours miserable.

it was due to having to bundle Chino up and stress her out with a trip to the vet. If so, your regular vet can probably recommend a vet that makes house calls. If that's what you meant. If not, please ignore me.

Much love and comfort to you, Nic and sweet Cappucino.

Susan, the "not sleeping" picture is definitely my favorite. It's very much, "Hey, Ma, look what I can do!" So cute.

I'm sorry about Captain Jack, Lilty! I really thought he was going to outlive us all.

Much soothing~ma to Chino, Deb.

Health/sanity~ma for connie and DH. The band metaphor was very good indeed, by the way.

Susan, the "not sleeping" picture is definitely my favorite. It's very much, "Hey, Ma, look what I can do!" So cute.

My favorite part of the picture is something I didn't even notice when I was taking it because I was laughing so hard--the fact that her plush giraffe's feet are also stuck through the bars.

Annabel, our perfect sleeper, was awake from 4:00-5:45 last night. I think I made up for most of the lost sleep by sleeping in till almost 9:00, but DH didn't have that option. And philosophical debates on how best to handle a wakeful and cranky baby don't go very well at 4:15 a.m.

Must have been a strange night for babies - Em woke up at 3:30. Something she hasn't done in a while.

And philosophical debates on how best to handle a wakeful and cranky baby don't go very well at 4:15 a.m.

Biggest understatement in. the. world.

I missed the giraffe feet! Now I have to go look again. How did I miss that?! So very funny.

And philosophical debates on how best to handle a wakeful and cranky baby don't go very well at 4:15 a.m.

Oh, WROD!

Heh. Owen must have passed on his sleeplessness to you guys. He finally slept 10 hours straight last night after 5 days of waking between 2:30 and 4:30 every night. I discovered the problem, though. He's got a GIANT lump on his gums where his side teeth are trying to break through.

connie, I've got my fingers and toes crossed for you and DH.

Deb, much ~ma to Chino, as well as you and Nic.

ease-ma for Chino and for deb

connie, lots of sanity/calm-ma for you and DH

And poor Capt. Jack. I hope he's buckling some swash in that big fishbowl in the sky.

Could be teething with Annabel, too, I guess. Though she's still working on her incisors. She has six teeth, three on top, three on bottom.

Or else Owen, Em, and Annabel are sending psychic messages about their plans of world domination to each other in the wee hours of the morning.

Annabel is going to have to go up to size 4 diapers next time I go to Costco--she's still a few pounds under the weight range, but she's always gone to new sizes early. Something about her build, I guess. The neighbors' toddler, who's 18 months to the day older? Still wears size 4.

Oh, and I've decided to declare that she has a word, because when we put her on the changing table, she always points at the stars on the wall, and often says something ranging from "stuh" to "gyar" to "dah". I'm not sure it really counts, but it makes me feel better when I swear EVERY person I know is asking if she has any words yet.