Broken sleep

Wow. It's been almost three years since Lokes and I went through the whole midnight feeding thing. And now it's back again.

The "Ha, three hours already meh?!"

The "It's your turn!"

The smell of mustard poo wafting around at 3am in the morning because you were too lazy to throw it out at 1am

The wet, gurgling sounds waking you up because your spouse fell asleep with one hand propping the bottle to keep it in the baby's mouth - but not quite.

We have to keep reminding ourselves that, at least, our baby's home.

ps. Happy 2005 everyone. Here's to a year of new beginnings, good friends and fruitful adventures!