I’m kind of a morning person, and Freya is revealing herself to be a night owl. Last night I just gave in after trying to rock/soothe/nurse her to sleep for almost TWO HOURS. Fine, I said. If your body is telling you that staying up past 10:30 works for you right now, we will go ahead and do that, but we will play quietly or read etc until then.

So then, she of course sleeps until 8 or 9 in the morning. Which, okay, that’s cool because I like my quiet mornings to myself, drinking my coffee and getting shit done. Today I got up just after six and finished cleaning up my office, set up my computer speakers — which still don’t work for some unknown reason — and had some internet time.

Later today we’re going to a baby birthday party in Seabeck for Lily (2) and Warrick (3). She will probably nap in the car, which is fine. I’ll bring my Kindle.