The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.

This morning I laid in bed with Ellis as we held hands and he talked to me for fifteen minutes straight. Rewind 12 hours and replace AM Ellis with me and AM me with Lee. Poor poor Lee. I now understand what he feels like when I am a chatty Kathy and all he wants to do is sleep. Don’t worry, I will forget my sympathy by bedtime tonight and resume my incessant babbling.

Two of Ellis’ friends came over (Tate and Grace) today and they had a competition to see who could spit up more on themselves. I have to say Grace has some mad skills and gave Ellis a run for his money. I also got Ellis to sit up on his own for over two minutes and then his feet turned blue. I diagnosed him with beingtoofatitis whereby his gut cuts off his circulation. Not sure what to do about that as I don’t foresee him losing weight any time soon.

Grandpa Earley (aka Tommy D) is rolling in tomorrow so Mr. Swirley and I are going to go out on a date. Not sure what we are going to do, but trust me that it will be amazing and you will jealous at how much fun we have. We might do something crazy like go to a movie and make some returns to Crate and Barrel. We have to live it up now before Mr. Swirley gets all lame and 33 next month.

Wise words? Bring it.