It's a time of day I don't usually see. And you know what? I don't feel like I am missing anything. Except, you know, the obvious. Sleep.
Ben and Harry are camped out on the couch watching Monsters Inc because Harry apparently does not sleep anymore after 12:45 am. Neat. Best. Phase. Yet.
Jack is eating a bowl of Life Cereal square by square and drinking some milk. He's been in our bed since 11:50, making intermittent kissing noises and saying love you. Only thats not true. He's been smacking his lips together and saying hungry, but it took me almost 4 hours to translate Jackanese to English because it's the middle of the night. My eureka moment came when I remembered he refused all nourishment except cups of water and half a ZBar after 1 pm yesterday. I'd be hungry, too.