Nothing Good Happens At 4 a.m.

Dear children:
There is nothing more in the world that your daddy and I like to do than to spend time with you. We love playing with Georgia, listening to your giggles, interpreting your language, refereeing your interaction with your little brother.

Palmer, we could spend hours watching you make funny faces, marveling at your ability to pee a three foot arc, and playing with your adorable toes.

But there comes a time each day when we all need to sleep (preferably at least eight hours in a row). Please take this into consideration when crying (or screaming, or wailing, or any other synonym thereof) in the middle of the night.

With much love,
Mommy and Daddy