Mom was here yesterday. We just hung out, tidying the house and keeping the dogs and babies safe from each other. R was in rare form, quite hyped up and a bit on the aggressive side. Mom took him in for a bath and they talked and played in there for a long time. K had his first sink bath as well - pictures to come, as soon as Mom emails them to me.

J and J had busy days with their friends D and D - they played paintball AND laser tag, ate pizza and just generally had a dream day. When they returned, J took Mom over to see his art on display at the library.

R was up, wide awake, at about 2-3am. I'm not sure what to do with him - he doesn't seem to need a nap most days, unless I'd be willing to give it to him at around 3-4pm, which would result in a bedtime of nearly 11, probably. But when he doesn't nap, and goes to bed by 7:30-8, he wakes up in the night more, with night terrors or hunger or general wakefulness. I know it's killing E, and since R sometimes insists on seeing me too, I get the double-baby wakeup routine, which wears me out. Being 35 and sleep-deprived is not the same as 25 was.

In other depressing news, it's still cold as hell, and it doesn't look like it's going to get better soon. Snow flurries forecast for the weekend. Mark my word, when this finally ends, we're going to go directly to 80-degree weather, and I will move to North Carolina whine.