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Still .... no ... sleep. Kane ... still ... wandering ... room. I have about seventeen projects that need doing, about four hours of sleep under my belt, and an idea that needs shaping for the upcoming National NOvel Writing Month thing. Yeah, I'm going to to so well this year, I can tell. But what about Kane? I mean, let's face it; I'm on the decline as of about four years ago, in terms of my brain. But he is still expanding, both physically and mentally, and is still dirnking everything in. But he's not getting the sleep he needs to process and grow properly. I know it will catch up - it already is starting - and he will eventually learn to put himself to sleep, but it's excruciating. And the kid is still amazing me - do you know that even though he's walking punch drunk into walls and furniture, he's memorized 1 to 11? That's how many stairs we have in our house, and he's counting them, now. He's frigging unbelievable. Carly girl is not suffering so much from sleep or lack thereof, but she's been off her game a bit the last couple of days with teething. Yet, she's still mastering grasping objects, rolling over on her left side, and sitting up by herself ( for a minute ). And me? I'm lucky if I remember to brush my teeth with toothpaste. Go forward, young children; you are far better than me.