I know—this is part of the fun of parenthood. It’s not just love and adoration; it’s also babies waking up at 5:15 ready to rumble and three-year-olds who want to come out to the living room and join the party an hour before sunrise.

I just hope there aren’t too many mornings like this.

Simon cried a lot last night after he should have been sound asleep and it seemed like nothing Darin and I could do would make him happy. Now he’s woken up at 5:15. Oy.

And Fia has come to join us at 6! Par-tay!

(I know. This is what I signed up for. It’s just hard. Between constant bathroom breaks while pregnant and the sleeping habits of a newborn, I’ve had approximately 5 full nights of sleep in the past year. I’ve been getting more recently—sometimes 5 or 6 hours in a row!—and I’m a little cranky on the subject of sleep.)

All day I’ve been living the line from Raiders of the Lost Ark: “Again we see there is nothing you can possess which I cannot take away.” Is there any cure for this behavior between kids short of a dozen years passing and military school?