sleep is for the weak

For three nights now, E has been really a terrible sleeper. But for some reason, he's been the happiest ever. I don't get it. It's a little harrowing but when you drag yourself out of bed after 5-6 hours of sleep and get these giggles and grins, it makes it all ok. Somehow.

Things are just rolling along. Elliot and I will be at the Muir WEMS race on Saturday, should be fun. Morning runs have been pretty hit or miss due to this insane rain, but I'm still topping 15 miles per week, which was all I was hoping for. Squatting still works better than rocking to get E to sleep, and doing 15 min a day of squats with a 20 pounder in my arms has been making me feel pretty darn strong.