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

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