Late-night snack...

Dear Nicky,

It's late and I just gave you five ounces of formula. You woke up while I was in here typing and started making your hungry noises. Kid, you never met a bottle you didn't like, did ya? I don't think so. Now, I hope you'll go to sleep soon, because I'll be doing the same. Earlier today Mom got us a new mattress and box spring, so I look forward to checking it out. Except that tonight for the first time in almost a month I have insomnia. Ironic, isn't it? Apart from the new bed, the only thing going on is the introduction of prunes into your diet, which, like everything else, you seem to love. That little abscess on your scar is looking nice today, and that's a relief. Tomorrow, Mom might take you out to see Granny. I say have fun!

Love,
Dad