It's 2 am, and everyone is asleep. I should be, but the new baby has totally thrown my sleep cycle (which is odd, because Kristin is the one waking up to feed her). I was sharing with my colleagues at work today how my day started at 6:30 am by coaching Oliver on the potty. "Big poop Ollie...I want to see a big poop!" It's amazing what I say and do these days with kids. I love it of course, as do most parents, but I can't help but think how different life is now. It is a constant transition between a professional career and potty/dinosaur talk (soon to be Barbie talk). Sweet dreams everyone...

How did Homer get so much sleep with a young fam?