I woke at at 2.25 am to the sound of what I thought was someone throwing several large trash cans at my house. Lynn is out of town, and I was a little freaked out. But I realize I was hearing the end of a very loud thunderclap. It almost immediately started to hail, which turned to snow. Very pretty. Ben stayed asleep (go figure), only to wake at 4 am and be awake on and off for an hour or more--missing his mom on her brief vacation, I think. The first time he's been awake at 4 am in maybe eight months or more. I can't remember the last time. We woke to a beautiful snowy landscape, though, melting as I write this. (Later in the day, he's dog tired running around his crib saying, "Nap, please. Nap, please. Nap, please." Is he talking to his brain? Testing the phrase out?)
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