Funny how you get used to things you never thought you could. As Everett hammers down the road of teething and gets those darn molars, his nights have been anything but smooth. I calculate that I get between three and four hours of sleep and that's most definitely not all at the same time. This morning he was up at about 3:45...ready to hit the ground running. 'I don't care if I have a fever and haven't slept much mom, it's time for me to grab Belle Piper (his Cabbage Patch Kid) and head downstairs to ride my motorcycle.' Well okay then. So then there's the ongoing debate in my brain of how much coffee I can drink to be halfway human during the day without in turn giving him caffeine causing him to be up at night. I have no clue what I'll do when I finally get an 8-hour night of sleep...but I'm very much looking forward to it.