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Sunday, December 18, 2005


So after six glorious, wonderful, luxurious nights of sleeping uninterrupted sleep until 7 or 8am, Lily decided last night that it would be a good idea to get up at 12:15am and not really go back to bed until, well NEVER. We tried the couch, her bed, our bed, feeding, rocking, singing. Nothing worked. Add her Daddy's bear like, louder than a sonic boom snoring, and needless to say, I got no sleep. You remember that feeling when you spent the night at your friend's house and went to bed way too late? Kind of a sick to the stomach, dazed, headache feeling? Yep. I didn't miss that feeling. I am so sorry Elizabeth. I hope Gracie starts sleeping better soon.


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