Last night Jacob got himself turned around in the crib until his little legs were sticking out through the slats. This of course made him mad enough to start screaming. By the time I got out of bed and to his room, Kirsten was already up. Poor thing. I told her everything was okay and to go back to bed. I've never seen her get in bed that fast.

And of course, Jacob was wide awake after this, and decided it was time for an early breakfast. Even after I explained that we don't eat at 4:30 in the morning, he still screamed. I gave him some water, which he gulped down, but then the crying continued for about 15 minutes. It was a while before Stan or I could get back to sleep after that. So, I'm a walking zombie today.