Tired and Grumpy

Last night, not as good. When the baby is hungry I feel I have to feed her, even if it makes her go to bed later. I am a sucker.

Here's one more story from Thanksgiving. My mom and Tommy were standing excitedly over the meat thermometer. When the temperature reached 160 they let out a happy cheer. Suddenly, a third voice joined in the cheer. It was Dylan. Crying. Because they had woken her up. Jerks.

The running is going well. It is getting easier really quickly and I am still enjoying it a lot.

Snuffy is still recovering from all the playing last weekend.

Addendum: Snuffy is so tired he didn't even leap to his feet to investigate when the doorbell rang on TV.