Curious?
Inquisitive?
Intrigued?
Perplexed?
Beguiled?
Confused?
Lost?
Bored?
Ask me stuff.
(Anon is on.)

Wyatt regularly throws fits and Boone is as calm as Deepak Chopra in a bubble bath. My wife and I have nightly debates about which is more concerning.

As I write this, it’s nearly 3:30 a.m. The boys have been up and down all night — Boone with night terrors (4 and counting) and Wyatt with nightmares as well as some other issue.

That “other issue” is the real frustrating part. We think it might just be part of the pneumonia or some sort of reaction to the medication. He’s waking every 15 minutes and whining until one of us goes into the room. I stopped taking toys from their dresser (my previously foolproof tactic for keeping them in bed and asleep) because it’s doing no good. And because this probably isn’t bad behavior.

So, this makes night two of shitty sleep for us all and I’ve got an early day Friday. Oh, and my mom arrived for a weeklong visit yesterday and now gets to hang out with the Cranky Family.

Yay, us! And by “Yay, us!” I mean “FUUUUUCK!”

We have this toy plane thing… well, the boys have this toy plane thing. It’s made so you can take it apart and it comes with these little power tools to tighten and untighten bolts and stuff. So, the boys’ favorite part is the little electric drill. It looks like a regular drill, I guess, except it’s bright blue. Anyway, last night they unknowingly re-enacted a slasher film as a maniacal Wyatt took the drill and chased a screaming Boone all over the house.

There was a Dad 2.0 meet-up in L.A. last night — kind of a pre-event for the big Dad 2.0 Summit next month. It was attanded by a bunch of cool dad bloggers. I couldn’t make it because of the boys’ illness (and whatever bug I’m fighting). Just another way in which I the Fates keep me from reaching daddy blogger superstardom.

It’s a shame. My hair looked awesome yesterday.