Sleep training

So, in an effort to help a tired mom (me) trying to get lunches and school clothes done for the morning by helping a loudly reluctant Duncan get to sleep, instead of checking a diaper (which was quite poopy, and eventually changed by said tired mom) Jake valiantly tried to teach by example. Naturally, when Dunc didn't catch on, the cat and dog tried to help. Duncan found this quite amusing and stopped crying, though he did not sleep, and from where he's now playing on the floor at my feet he's urging me to send this out before Dad wakes up and stops me. Since i had to step over and around and almost on Jake and the dog to get the picture to begin with and then retrieve the poopy baby, I don't think I'm at risk for a speedy discovery by either of them.

Dugans, you're receiving email [from which this post was derived] from me, possibly for the first time, thanks to your annual newsletter, which never fails to amuse and impress. Thanks to all of you that actually tell us in writing each year what you're up to, I might even be inspired some year to write something of my own for mailing just to remind people that we exist and are the reason every other kid all your grandkids go to school with will be named Freivald, though I'm taking baby steps--this year we actually got simple cards, which are almost set to mail and thus should be going out sometime around, oh, Easter-ish. (I have postal issues.)

Happy New Year!

Sue :)

P.S. Before any of you know-it-alls (Steve) suggest that I darken the room when I put Dunc down to sleep, I'd like to remind you that photography usually works better with light and therefore my smart little camera used its flash. No sleeping Freivalds of any species were harmed or disturbed by this procedure.