So I was up until all hours of the night--hemming Jennifer's pants by hand (which just happened to be freakin POLYESTER wide-leg trousers, mind you), and finally crawled into bed at, oh... the time that it starts to lighten outside, and about half-past the time it starts to lighten outside, Jaxon decided to greet the morning. Actually, it wasn't really Jaxon's idea. It went like this:
(Hendrix yowls, Preston gets up to let him out for a minute and starts to head back to bed, making a pit stop in Jaxon's room to check on him)
P: Heather, are you awake? Jaxon is smelly.
H: Mmmmmuuh? Mm.
P: Heather? We need to wake him up and change his bottom, can you help me?
(Heather stumbles out of bed, hair askew and pajama shorts pulled up to her underarms. After a torturous search, she finds Jaxon's room--where Preston is gently waking Jaxon from a peaceful slumber, lifting him from his crib and setting him on the changing table)
P: Hey buddy, you stinky? Let Daddy change your bum.
(Heather is grasping the point to this... and grabs a diaper)
H: Hmmurrgh. Diaper...
P: Shhhh... it's still nighttime
(Preston removes the diaper from Jaxon's wiggly little bottom)
P: Oh. No, he's not stinky.
H: (Suddenly awake) You do realize that I'm probably going to kill you now.
So we fed him a cereal bar, and tried to put him back to bed. He didn't go back to sleep, and neither did we. This is how I've come to have 1/4 of my data entry already done at such an unholy hour of the day.