Sunday, September 14, 2008

No Sleep Til Lynbrook, Lyn!

Tried to get the title to go with the Beastie Boys song. Lynbrook is right next to our village: Malverne. Can't win 'em all.

Anyway, my son Cooper. He's a dream come true. He's beautiful, funny, energetic, smart. But he's no sleeper. Oh no. For two years now, Lyn and I have had nary a night's sleep thanks to the numerous nightmares knocking at his nocturnal noggin. I'd like to say I'm exaggerating when I tell you he wakes up almost every single night—sometimes 2 or 3 times a night—but I'm not. And often when he gets up, he wants to go downstairs and play. And draw. And eat.

Don't believe me? Well see for yourself.

((Click the pic for a bleary-eyed view))

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