Goodnight, moon. Good morning, Kimberly.

So I think it's been a while since I complained about not getting enough sleep, so it's probably about time. You know you missed it. The culprit of the hour is everyone's favorite munchkin: Kimberly "The Escapee" Warner! Don't get me wrong. The other two contribute, of course. We would not want to rob them of their glory. Spencer has reverted back to a four AM feeding, which isn't too bad except he'd been sleeping twelve hours so he had lulled me into a false sense of security. And Madeline, naturally, has random bouts of yelling where she will wake up every five minutes screaming from nightmares. But Kimberly, oh Kimberly. Part of the problem is that she has been sick a lot. She had two ear infections back to back, and then this week she kept waking up for an hour or two every night puking for some random reason. But even when she's not sick, she's giving us a run for our money. She figured out a few months ago that her toddler bed has no bars, and she can exit the premises anytime she wants to. This results in her visiting us a lot at night, and me occasionally freaking out when I can't find her in the morning because she has fallen asleep under my bed, or some such random uncomfortable place. Although usually that's not a problem, because she'll wake up before six and come roust us for our morning judo lessons. Also, her ability to escape means she doesn't ever want to go down for naps or bedtime unless you close the door and entrap her. Except naturally, her roommate can't sleep unless the door is open at exactly an 83 degree angle. This caused several weeks of bedtime pain and anguish until we got wise and spaced their bedtimes. But really, Kimberly can find a way to turn any perfectly good sleeping schedule into an all night party. I'm thinking of trying sedatives. For me, not her. She'd probably gain immunity and wake up every hour anyway. Last night she slept on the floor next to our bed because we got tired of trying to take her back to her room every five minutes. We put up a gate on her door to fulfill Madeline's need to see out, but then she just stands kicking the gate and talking loudly until you come get her. If anyone has a broken alarm clock, we're renting her out from 9pm-8am, M-Sat, holidays included, excluding Christmas and Columbus Day. 5 cents an hour, and we'll pay you in pennies. Did I mention she also wakes babies and other children? Usually by sitting on them. A girl of many talents. I really feel bad hoarding her gifts.

A short hello

Hello sports fans. Just checking in. Summer time is keeping us busy. I know you are surprised. But really, it's been a little crazy. In case you don't believe me, in the past few weeks we: -went to visit our new cousin in Logan -blew out two tires on a rock on the way to Logan -experienced our first towing adventure -went to our first splash pad -went to Idaho Falls on vacation -drove through a bunch of bears -went to a family reunion -returned home to no air conditioning -fixed the air conditioning ...and other stuff, probably. My brain has not been still working capacity for some time, so I can't remember anything before last week. Oh well. What can you do? I'll go make up some stuff and write it in my journal and in twenty years I'll never know he difference. Hmm. I was going somewhere with this post. Probably somewhere very deep and philosophical and amazing and Nobel prize worthy. Now we'll never know. I think instead I'll just let you all know that Soencer now has two teeth and it's making me pretty depressed. I don't like babies growing up. And that's about all I have to say today. Don't melt.