Tempting Fate

Have I mentioned Nate is the perfect sleeper?  We literally kiss him good night (remind me to write more on this later), zip him into his little sleep sack, hand him his nigh-nigh, he rolls over and lights out.  Meanwhile I hear Jakey sneaking down the hallway right now…  ‘scuse me.

OK, I’m back.  So, I’ve been remiss in documenting this potentially little known fact about our little Nake.  Perhaps I’m superstitious— don’t acknowledge it, don’t make eye contact… best not to boast and tempt that unpredictable and fickle thing called Nate.

So then why am I so tired?  Why are my eyes glazed, my thoughts muddled?  Every two years we lose our minds and decide to do it all again.  We’re just four days in and we’re already smitten:

Nothing like the Olympics to catapult you back to that state of “newborn exhaustion.”  Bloody NBC.