Here we have the many naps of Hammie the boy who doesn't want to nap anymore. I wish I knew what my children have against sleep.

Eleanor isn't doing much better in the sleep department. I would say that the Zantac isn't working, but the truth is I can't get enough of it into her to figure out if it would make any difference or not. I have noticed that she seems to drool excessively when I'm trying to feed her, but I don't know if that is why she is having problems eating or simply that she is gathering up saliva to assist her is spitting out every single spoonful I try to sneak into her mouth. I don't want to force feed the poor kid, and my intuition is telling me just to ease up and let her come around in due time, but I'm a little concerned that my "intution" may in fact just be my inability to deal with absolutely anything else in my life right now that requires 5 minutes of attention or 6 seconds of rationale thought.

So, we have Hammie who refuses to nap, then falls asleep in various positions on the furniture (or in his little car outside, full on asleep with head back, like a little drunk man), but still insists on getting up between 5:45 and 6:00 every day. We have Fraser, who is making up for all the sleeping he did not do as a baby and who I now have to coax out of bed every morning and poke with a cattle prod when he spends more than 20 minutes getting dressed. And we have Eleanor, who is perfectly pleasant almost the entire day, naps for very very very short durations and sleeps for very very very very short spurts at night, wakes up screaming, must be nursed back to sleep because she will not take a pacifier or a bottle for any reason, ever. Not gonna happen.

And then we have Mommy and Daddy, who are starting to look a bit like we have wandered out of a war zone, shell shocked and more than a little burnt out.

However, despite our lack of sleep or sanity, I think we are still in a good place to appreciate some of the more amusing aspects of our lives these days. Fraser, for example, has taken to using pet names for people. This is a big step for him since he is so literal that when I, or anyone else, would call him "sweetheart" or "honey" he would put his hand on his hip and exclaim indignantly "I'm not honey, I'm Fraser!" For some reason, however, his chosen pet name is "honey pot." So almost every day at some point he will give me a big hug and declare "I love you honey pot!" It's so freaking cute it just breaks my heart to know it won't last.

Hammie, meanwhile, is very enthusiatic about his music class now and will burst into song numerous times during the day. I've gotten a few videos of him, which are too long to post here, but I will try to get a shorter one. His two favorites are "John the Rabbit" and "Everybody Loves Saturday Night." It's nice to see him so excited about the songs, and he does seem to handle it much better when we have to drop Fraser at school on the days Hammie has music class.

Eleanor is becoming such a big girl now, and is starting to sit up all by herself! Of course left for more than a moment unattended she will slowly fall in one direction or another (and if she falls forward she makes no effort at all to put her hands out and therefore lands right on her face). I did manage to run, grab the camera and take the following shot and get back and catch her before she fell though. Go mommy! Guess that will have to qualify as my workout today.