You won't believe who slept through the night last night. It wasn't me. It wasn't Maggie. It wasn't Leica. Franklin finished his bottle about nine, went to bed at eleven, and didn't wake up for another feeding until seven-thirty. I have no excuse, today, to go to work looking like a zombie.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
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