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.

Feeling bad cause I think Lexine got so lost she probably just had to go to the game. Not about the game but because I'm a helpless freak and a LOSER with no directional sense whatever. I know, at this stage, it's like being upset about not walking(Which at 31, I've got down to about once a week, which is damn good for your Non-Magical Crip types.) But it still blows. I know plans like that get screwed up a lot, but there's still this voice in my head that says "It's cause you're a freakshow...fucking Futurama head in a jar." And not even a smart head. Gack. Hate me and life right now. (But I suppose I'll spare this crowd the part where I have to get people to come in from miles away to hang out with me, huh?)

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.

We go up to the next size early, too. O's short but stout, so we're already in 5's. (But there may be a difference in the brand size). He's always within the weight limit, but his belly is just so roly-poly it's easier on him to move up a size earlier rather than later.

Oh, and I've decided to declare that she has a word

Anything she "says" that's the same sound, uttered in the same circumstance, is a word -- even if it's in Annabelese. Sara still says "dye-dye" when people leave, but she waves, she says it every time, so it's clearly "bye-bye". She also says "Muh" when you ask who her brother is (meaning Ben) but it's consistent, too. Weird, but consistent.

Sara's still in size 3 diapers, but I'm thinking of switching her up to 4. She's only 24 pounds still, at 15 months. A true peanut. But she's 31 inches, so she is getting taller.

Feeling bad cause I think Lexine got so lost she probably just had to go to the game.

Is there no cell phone number? There should always be cell phone numbers exchanges! No F2F would ever be possible without them.

Anything she "says" that's the same sound, uttered in the same circumstance, is a word -- even if it's in Annabelese. Sara still says "dye-dye" when people leave, but she waves, she says it every time, so it's clearly "bye-bye". She also says "Muh" when you ask who her brother is (meaning Ben) but it's consistent, too. Weird, but consistent.

Every time I say "Da-da" to Owen he replies, "Ma-ma". And when I say, "Ma-ma" to him he just blows raspberries. Consistently. So I'm officially Ppppffftttttbbbbb.

So I'm officially Ppppffftttttbbbbb

Heh heh.

Once, when Jake was two and asking what everything on earth was (What is grass for, Mama? What is the moon for, Mama?) he turned around and looked at me and said, with what seriously sounded like contempt, "What are you for, Mama?"

Queue the sound of one mother's heart breaking...