Just to remind me not to get cocky, Eli and Sadie took forever to fall asleep last night. Plus Eli woke up when I tried to lay him down, crying like I’d broken his sweet baby heart, and we got to start over with the nursing-to-sleep routine.

You see? This is what happens when you count your blessings. Next time I will keep it to myself. (Unless I forget.) (The likelihood of me forgetting is approximately 98.64%.)
 

We spent yesterday practicing pointillism, also known as “painting with q-tips.”

Eli is now able to crawl to the kitchen, open the cupboards, and empty the dishes, one at a time. It’s cute, until something shatters, but we have plenty of other non-glass-splintery things to play with, so we went ahead and installed safety locks.

Which means I now spend half the day going, What’s wrong with these cupboards? Oh right, they’re locked. Why are they locked? Oh right, because I locked them.

It’s a method, anyway.
 

"What the heck was in the kids' ears?" Dane asked.