1. I am just like a small child, in that the more tired I am, the harder it is for me to sleep. It is INFURIATING the way my mind just will not cooperate with my body when I'm this tired. I've been awake at (or after) 1:30 a.m. for the last 7 days for various random reasons, and now I'm the kind of delirious that only new parents and college students know. Which of course means that my mind will be in overdrive as soon as my head hits the pillow (What was that? Is a baby crying? What about now?) So I'll be using children's Benadryl as my sedative of choice this evening. Oh well - at least I'm such a wimp when it comes to medication that children's Benadryl still works.

2. Today was good, in that there was general cooperation and a spirit of good will in our home. (Asher even played well with another little friend for an hour or so of unstructured play - as he would say, "I didn't even cry or scream or whine!" Nice.) But today was hard for a few reasons (for the most obvious, see #1). Also, there was an insurance blip keeping me from getting Silas's reflux medication refilled, and for the past 36 hours he has been refluxy and pitiful. I'm a little concerned that his reflux is increasing as he's gotten older, rather than decreasing. I'm also praising God for Zantac. Seriously, our home would be insane without it. Someone joked tonight that a whole family suffers from a baby's reflux. That's the truth now. The same woman also mentioned Silas should see a pediatric gastroenterologist, because if it hasn't gone away by now, it's not going to. Maybe she's right, but honestly? I am not interested in seeing another specialist. I've seen three with Silas by now, and every time I end up rolling my eyes and wishing we'd stayed home (except for the cardiologist, who had the social skills of my bookshelf but was incredibly smart. We left his office with new factual information, at least). Aside from the tubes, which could not be done by my regular pediatrician, no specialist has ever done or told me anything that my pediatrician had not said first. Seriously she has never been wrong. Which means a. I have one IMPRESSIVE pediatrician, and b. he really doesn't need to see a gastroenterologist. Just pass the Zantac and nobody gets hurt.

3. The 1000th post came and went unnoticed here at across the gypsy flatroad. I'm pretty sure I should congratulate you for continuing to show up on occasion, more than myself for making it to 1000. Someone commented the other day that they do not have the mental space to keep up a blog, and it reminded me how valuable blogging is to me. This IS my mental space. This is where I come to think, and without it - and you, reading - where would I be? Muttering to the plants and cursing at the dog, probably. So thanks guys. I'm a little less crazy thanks to you.