hands up!

That's exactly what it feels like diapering a four-month old at 3 AM, trying to find the right mix of quick enough to not really wake him up complete and yet complete enough that it's still worth having on the kid.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.  This morning things happened to go pretty well.  The rest of the day not so much.  I'd like to go back to bed after a couple of drinks now, thank you.

Current beer-scale: 7.1


7 hours!

Holy crap.  The little guy slept from a little after 10 PM last night until 5:30 this morning.  Yeah 5:30 AM was a little early for me, but I happily offered to get up and feed him when I realized just what had happened.  That was the best night's sleep I've had since late March. 

Current beer-scale: 8.1


"victory has defeated you!"

Woof. Rain this morning convinced me to take the rush hour instead of the newly-cleaned madone. Gears spoiled me. When the heat comes back so will they, rain or not.

Current beer-scale: 6.7


That backfired

More early morning adventures got me out of bed today, with a baby who takes great joy in being wide freaking awake at 3 AM.  The really funny part is that sometimes singing to him will only make things worse, as it did this morning as I tried to sing the Beatles' "Good Night" after he was done with his bottle.  His eyes shot open as soon as I started and he babbled through the entire first line. 

Eventually he got back to sleep, and I realized I should stick to shushing him.  Now to have my third cup of coffee in the hopes of making through the afternoon.

Current beer-scale: 7.7


Yeah, I said "one"

I had to clarify with the cashier. What do I fucking care, I'm a 33 year old man, I can handle going to the movies solo. And I'm damn glad i did, b/c there was no way I was avoiding spoilers for an entire extra week.

And yeah, that was awesome.

Now to get the kid and have a drink!

Current beer-scale: an ecstatic 9.3


still yawning

It was my turn to take the late (or early) feeding last night.  So when the little monster started fussing at 2:45 this morning I made up his bottle and got to feeding him.

Amazingly he barely stirred for most of the bottle.  Even changing him went pretty well, until he woke up at the very end.  He finished the bottle, and I thought I had him back asleep.

When I went to put him down, his eyes opened as soon as I set foot in his room.  Okay, I sat back down in the dark to shhhhhh him back to sleep.  Same thing happened on attempt #2, literally as soon as I crossed the threshold to his room.  This time I wrapped him up like a burrito and really made sure he was asleep when I set him down.  By that time it was 4 AM.  Nice.

Each time he closed his eyes he was still making faces in his sleep.  Making things more difficult, when he was awake he'd look right at me and smile, which is impossible not to laugh at, even at 3:30 in the morning.  And laughing just wakes him up more.  Eventually we were both able to get some sleep before starting the day today.  And even though I'm pooped, thinking of that makes me smile.  I fell asleep with a full heart last night, and it made getting up and riding to work that much easier. Now if only the rest of this week would hurry the hell up.

Current beer-scale: 7.8


That's a rough last day

Yeah, riding home in that today might not have been a great idea. But fuck it, it's not like the train would have been any better. Now it's time for beers. Current beet-scale: 7.8


That about sums it up.

Yeah, that pretty much encapsulates my Fourth this year. 

Actually, that's more like every day this summer.  Not a bad thing.

Current beer-scale: a HOT 9.4


more coffee please

There comes a moment during a usual morning that if I'm late past a certain point, it's time to stop caring and just let things happen as they happen.  Today was one of those mornings.  A rough night, a sick kid, and a hot dog walk all lead to leaving much later than usual, and not a fuck was to be given.

On an unrelated note, I love that my farmers tan has extended to include a tan line where my gloves end as well.  It's time to start using more sun screen before I ride.

Current beer-scale: 7.8 and about to have a day off, thank Christ.


Had to happen eventually

There is nothing I don't find annoying when I'm on a late night run to pick up children's Tylenol.

Current beer-scale: 9.4