Up until this week Ezra's sleep schedule was the envy of all new parents. He regularly had seven hour stretches occasionally dropping and eight hour doozie. Those were the days. This past week, either due to a cold or a growth spurt, has hit the reset on his internal clock. We're lucky if we get four hours now. This evening one-month old Alex slept through about three hours of on-again off-again Ezra screaming. It is like they had some sort of baby conversation where they agreed to swap sleeping habits.
Today's events: Eating breakfast out and going to Seaside. Oh, and the toaster oven almost burned down the house. For the record I had nothing to do with it. Toast, I can do.
By the way, I took a few pictures today but nothing really turned out.