Rude Awakenings

Sleep has been a precious commodity in our household lately. Asher stopped sleeping fabulously for us around Christmas...Christmas Eve to be exact. We attributed it to his excitement of Santa Clause coming. However, Santa came and went and didn't bring peaceful sleep with him. Around New Years Asher got sick and slept like a newborn again waking every 3 hours for a good week. Poor thing was miserable. What's a mama to do but get up and rock a sick baby back to sleep? So here we are, the middle of January, and its been three weeks since I've had a full night's rest. I'm tired. I've been getting in bed early to try to bank a few extra minutes to I'll feel ready to take on the the next day. I manage to get in bed at 10 last night...fall asleep...only to be woken up by a flood of lights in my eyes. I literally growl at Vaughn to find out what he's doing, which is setting the alarm which sits on my nightstand. I pull the covers over my head and try to ignore all the light, and now noises, right next to my head. This goes on for what seems like an eternity. And I growl louder, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" Vaughn replies he can't get the alarm on, to which I hastily jerk the covers off my head and blindly move the button in the right direction. I am more than ill at this point when it hits me that we've had the same alarm clock for the entire duration of our marriage. In six years, my husband has not learned how to set our alarm clock. Really? Really? Men! After a few minutes of getting cozied up under the covers, I fall asleep for what feels like mere minutes. I check the clock. 11:30. Yep, I've been alseep about 30 minutes when I hear Asher. Only this time he's not crying, but saying something in a half awake voice. I sigh. I listen again until I can make out the tiny little words, "I poop. I poop." Yes, exactly my thoughts indeed. Poop. Little man decided to let it loose in between rem cycles. I am happy to report that the hours between 12 and 6:30 were quiet ones, thanks goodness.
Note to self: Put the alarm on Vaughn's nightstand and make sure he knows how to set it.

My very first blog! Now, what to say? I'm assuming, by creating this blog, that someone will find what I have to say at least mildly entertaining. So, this is where I'm supposed to grab your attention with something witty or clever and I got nothing! No really, I am simply aiming to keep my most dearest friends and family updated on the happenings of our life. You know, special events, holidays, funny things Asher does, stupid sweet things Vaughn does, neurotic things I do, in other words, the seemingly meaningless stuff that fills our life with so much joy ( or stress depending on how we look at it!). We're so busy, and I admit, I am sometimes often guilty of being pretty lousy at keeping up with my dearies. I am hoping this blog will help me keep those said dearies a little more involved in our lives. So, I'll keep this first blog short and sweet. Just an intro and a semi-recent family pic taken on Thanksgiving at my Aunt Pat's house. Seems like Asher (will mostly be referred to as A) has gotten grownier in only a few weeks. And you can certainly add a little more chub to Vaughn and I considering we are only 9 days post holiday eating. Wish I could say we're working on that one, but I'd lie considering there's a large pizza in the oven as I type. Anyway, love you all and I hope you enjoy our new virtual adventure together. Here goes nothing!