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Thursday, December 30, 2004

Waffles!

Alden has been sleeping really well tonight (apparently making up for the last couple) and when Meg and I got up for this last changing/feeding dance at five, it turned out that we're both pretty awake. So we're breaking in the waffle maker we treated ourselves to last night and we're going to sit down with the movie we rented to get us through a crying jag but never had to use.

Nothing like waffles and a movie at quarter-of-six in the morning!

PS:

It's Meg's birthday today, so wish her well if you get a chance!

Good night, sweet prince

Things are going well tonight. So far, Alden has slept for four or five hours, all in an actual chunk again. Hooray!

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Irony

Of course, about 20 minutes after that last post, Meg got Alden to go to sleep, and we all wound up getting about six or seven hours of sleep, albeit in two chunks. I guess all's well that ends well, no?

If any of you are feeling particularly generous with your time, send me a message letting me know I can give you a holler late a night to shoot the breeze while my kid is screaming in the background, OK? I was wishing I had a phone buddy last night...

P.S.

I forgot to mention that both Meg and I are sick, and operating on very little sleep. Especially her. I had hoped to make my first post(s) back after my absence a little more upbeat, but what can I say? Things are tough tonight.

The good, the bad, the ugly

The good news is that the Kid is healthy. His temperature is spot on and his muscle tone is great.

The bad news is that I know this because he's flailing and screaming in my arms while I write this. Welcome to Colicville, Captain Holler.

The ugly news is that earlier today, while attempting to break an endless loop in the upgrade cycle of my computer, and just a few hours after I broke the computer's DVD drive, I managed to erase my hard drive. That wasn't so bad, until I realized that 175 pictures — everything we've shot since getting the camera — is gone away too.

So I cried for a little while, too. But then I realised that some of the pictures, at least, are on my old machine. None of the Christmas photos are there, of course, but some of Alden's portraits and the stuff from the hospital are there, too. And there may be a chance I can salvage some of the other stuff from the new hard drive, even though I've repartitioned it.