We're currently in sunny Princeton, New Jersey for John's graduation. I'm looking forward to sitting in the University Chapel and cheering obnoxiously when his name is called.
I didn't know Sam's sleep situation could get worse. It did. Sleeping in a hotel together meant that I could observe him off and on throughout the night (mostly "on" last night). Something is going on with this poor boy. Last night he was swatting at imaginary bugs, jerking his limbs, and mumbling incoherently. Everyone is tired this morning. I've gone ahead and sent out an "SOS" to some babysitters for extra help this week. The word we keep using is "weary". I am resolved as much as possible to get through this sleep study so we can figure out what's going on in this poor boy's body. Monday cannot come fast enough.
Despite his lack of sleep, Sam's managed to have a good and dirty old time with his cousin, Dawson.