Sunday, January 30, 2005
Sunday Morning, 3 A.M.
And the curse of the father is passed onto the son; God help us. Ethan fell asleep on the way home from Grammy & Granddaddy's this afternoon and slept until after bedtime, only to wake up after midnight wide awake. So he and I have done some blogging, watched some Clifford the Big Red Dog and part of an "Apollo Kids" segment of Showtime at the Apollo, and I just slipped him a tiny bit of melatonin ("candy"). I hope we're awake enough to worship with our eyes open tomorrow.
Addendum: As I was typing this, Ethan went into the boys' room - where Levi was sleeping - and turned on the light, looking for his sunglasses. That's right: Turned on the light, looking for his sunglasses and of course waking up his brother. What on God's green earth is going on here?! An hour later, I've rocked Levi back to sleep as we listened to Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M., one of my favorite albums of all time. I think Ethan's finally out, too. Thank you, Jesus - for so you give your loved ones sleep.
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