Last night, again, was a tough night for all of us. Dane could not get comfortable and we couldn't sleep unless he was. I must say that I'm not a very "supportive" husband at 3am. It's hard for me to function and extremely hard for me to be civil. I try, but I turn out to be just plain mean to Renee. I'm very sorry afterwards, but at the time it almost seems justified in my sleep deprived mind. Crazy, huh?

Today, the family went to church, the mall and back home for a nap. Renee, who needed it more, slept for 3 hours. Dane was downstairs with me during that time. He took 3 hours to nap too. I just vegged in front of the TV until the Superbowl started. After he woke up, we played for a while. It's amazing how much he pushes himself up when he's on his stomach. He looks like he's ready to crawl. He moves around like he's on the move, but he doesn't go anywhere. I encourage him and he just smiles big and keeps moving like he's going somewhere. I can remember when he could fit in my hands. I can't imagine him as a teenager or even a toddler, but I know that time moves so much faster with children and he'll be as tall as me before I know it.

Dane now has a full belly and is sleeping in his bed. As I watch the ending minutes of the Superbowl, I am hopeful that Dane will sleep through the night. Tomorrow is a work day and it will be tough if we're up all night.

The Superbowl really doesn't matter. I was hoping for an Eagle's win, although I really don't like them, I am tired of the Patriot's winning. It brings back memories of the fixed game against the Rams. Laugh all you want. It just seems too coincidental that the Patriots win the first Superbowl after September 11th. Let's go Red, White and Blue! Don't get me wrong, I love the USA. I just think it was way to get the public rallied. Well, I hope I don't get a lot of hate e-mail for my opinion.

The Patriot's just won the Superbowl... again.

Sounds like a good reason to go to bed.

Goodnight.