In other news, Eric has started to throw temper tantrums. He gets bored hanging out in the den with his six million toys and he wants us to take him upstairs to play with the fireplace tools and the kitchen knives. Then he'll start pulling on us and screaming for as long as it takes until we get him out of there. It's not fun.
He was up at 5:30 this AM! AGAIN! ARGH. It's just too freaking early, but it's so close to six, that it seems stupid to fight with him to get back to sleep, because there is no way in hell he's going back down. But if he gets up at 5 or 5:15, he goes right back to sleep between me and Rich, usually until 7. Oh well. In a couple years, we'll be prying him out of bed with a crowbar and making him go to school. This isn't so bad for now.