(You 80’s fans out there were about ready to sing weren’t you?)
Last night I captured the eclipse with my fancy smancy new camera and telephoto lens (I have a Canon Rebel). It made me want to buy a telescopic lens for further astronomical displays. I mean, clearly, the money I would spend on such a lens and the small number of chances I would have to use it would be balanced out by the awesome details I could capture. Right?

While the eclipse crept over the surface of the moon:

The moon almost fully eclipsed:

The moon fully eclipsed:

I have to say I was pleased with the detail I was able to capture with a camera, so far away from the moon. I could have stayed in the freezing cold snapping pictures all night!!

So I took the advice of many loved ones yesterday when I went to sleep early, a little before 10. Otter has been getting up so much at night, and so early in the morning, that it seemed sensible to try and sleep when he does. I also had a migraine, which added to the desire to sleep a long and restful night.

It was not to be.

He woke up at four.
FOUR!!!

Happy as a clam, ready to nurse for hours, wanting to get up, up UP MAMA!!!

Four in the morning!!

Why does he hate me so?

What did I ever do to him, that he would taunt me with increasingly ghastly rising hours??

How on earth do I get him to sleep longer? We are co-sleeping, and he will just sit up and start smacking us around until we get up too.

Should I set the crib up again and shove him in it at four in the morning with a stuffy and a toy or two? Should he and I just get up before the sun and wander downstairs to stare at each other in the cold dark of night?

I have no ideas here, probably because I have no sleep. Poor Lee got up with him about 5:30, after I tried for an hour to nurse and soothe him back to bed. He sent me to sleep in the other room for an hour before heading off to work.

I wish I could drink more coffee, without making my situation even worse.

Of course, now he has fallen asleep in his jumper. Stinker.