M. is still a night owl on half the nights. That means I am reacquainting myself with hours of the night I haven't seen regularly since college.
Hello, 3:30 a.m. How ya been?
Hey, 4:30. Who invited you?
Umm, 6 a.m., I don't think I asked you over. Go away.
What? 7:30 a.m. wants to stop by, too? Well, clearly I can't say no. Let's just get up and have a party. Break out the fancy rattles. Pop in some John Coltrane. Grab the Jazz ABC book so we can do this right.
I am also reacquainting myself with naps which, being the busybody that I am, I kind of hate. But as they say: sleep when baby sleeps.
Something new, however, is sleeping in until 1 p.m. (like today) after M. finally goes to sleep or my parents take her upstairs for a few hours. (Living with the folks has its perks.)
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