That sucks, Kat. You should have called up the SO & chatted. He woke up at 4 this morning for no reason at all. Which he's been doing a lot. Confusing to people like me; I could sleep in indefinitely and can go back to sleep if I wake up early.

I totally should have. OH. Don't get me wrong. I fed the boy and was back in bed mt 4:30 AM, even though I had to get up no later than 45 minutes later. I did go back to sleep. K, who also got up because Noah has also learned that quiet fussing and hand sucking gets him no attention but yelling does, kept talking to me as I was trying to sleep and I got so agitated. I wanted to be like, "Bitch, please. Don't make me cut you."

What is killing me is that for 2 weeks, he was sleeping through the night. Then a co-worker said, "That won't last forever. He'll go through a growth spurt and not be able to get enough to eat in a feeding to last him those hours anymore. And he'll need to wake up." Bitch cursed him and he was up the next morning at 3:30.

Being woken at 2:30 was almost easier because it meant there was another solid chunk of sleep before I had to get up and go to work.

He thinks I am overeacting and we'll find space for the bookshelves. Maybe we will, maybe we won't, she mutters darkly.

Is this in your built ins or in the regular bookshelves?

Stephanie turned me on to Ask Moxie, and I cannot thank her enough. The 4-month sleep regression? Oh yeah, it's real.

Favorite line from the story about the nude guy: "I want to be on what he's on."

IcompletelyON, the Tribune has an interesting article about a recently discovered pioneer cemetery that's being rededicated this weekend.

kept talking to me as I was trying to sleep and I got so agitated. I wanted to be like, "Bitch, please. Don't make me cut you."

WHY do people do this? My mother still pulls this when I'm visiting, despite 18 years of getting a very bad reaction from me. Hello, do you really want to meet the cranky sleep monster who'll bite your head off and go bowling with it? Just like the last time?

"See what happens?" he said, "One day out and it literally caused some poor soul to go nuts, to keep the nakedness alive."

Love the Naked Cowboy.

Starbucks uses fake eggs? Say it ain't so!

I'm working with a document called a "Certificate of Existance With Status of Revocation". The surrealists of the world are going to come together and clap one hand in celebration.

Kat--it is in our many many regular foldy-up bookshelves [link] all 14 of which are all full of books at the moment. Some of those books can go in the built-in in the new place, but more can't and where will we put them, where, for the love of all that is holy, I ask you? I MAY be slightly obsessive about this, but we have two weeks before moving day, and I'd love to get all the books moved over and put away before the rest of the furniture comes.

WHY do people do this? My mother still pulls this when I'm visiting, despite 18 years of getting a very bad reaction from me. Hello, do you really want to meet the cranky sleep monster who'll bite your head off and go bowling with it? Just like the last time?

Heh. Last year when my Grandmother died and the whole extended family was spending the night in one house piled on couches and air mattresses and one another my Mother walked over and asked her pre-coffee no-privacy eldest child (a.k.a. "me") to tie. her. shoe. (Since I was on my air mattress on the floor and could easily reach it)

I literally growled at her.

I'm not proud of this. Its not for nothing that my Mother doesn't bend over well and it would SEEM reasonable to ask me to tie it because I was sitting right there but, dude, thirty some years of knowing me and you're asking not only for human interraction but small motor controlls after a night on a shared air mattress? She must have been mad with grief.

(Her sister backed her away slowly and did the tying. She spoke softly to me. She offered coffee. Gooood Aunt. TWO cookies!)

I went for the Risotto w/ mushrooms, asparagus, tomatoes and Pecorino.

I started with a garlic and black truffle soup, also with Pecorino and with toasted bread crumbs.

Nom nom nom.

Of course, now I have breath almost a lethal as ita's pinkie. My cow-orkers will love me.