Sunday, 6:30am.

It’s dark out. My morning hit of caffeine is steeping. Baby is sleeping on me, in a hot sling I got at a consignment sale (that we adore!). She woke at five and, for the first time in her nine or so weeks did not go back to sleep. So we got up. And then Big Sister did too. Now, she should have gone back to sleep. She is not currently getting more rest. She is slouched in a Poang Ikea chair next to the gas fire watching videos on “her” pink Nano iPod. Okay, it’s pretty much hers. I don’t know who buys their preschooler an iPod, but it happened. And, when she remembers about it, she loves it. An unexpected early start to the day, so we’ll see where it takes us.