On a bit of a side note, I have decided that baby moniters are a blessing and a bane, all in one. We moved Miles into the baby's room just after Christmas, and while he sleeps better, I sleep awfully. I am more intent on hearing exactly what he is doing, and I am kept awake by the stinking little light that glows green all night long.
I like to hear him, but I hate to hear him cry. I like to know when he's awake, and I hate to wake up to know it. He never fusses for long, but I never go right back to sleep.
And that, my friends, is a rant.


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