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