5:03 am

Well, it's one of those nights. Not a bad night. But a night, nonetheless, when I find myself awake quite a bit earlier than I would have chosen to be awake.

Michael's awake. He woke up to eat at about 4 am, and then he wouldn't go back to sleep. Not that he's upset. He's been very easy for me to take care of. He's just... awake. And now he has the hiccups.

Emma woke up for a little while, too. She was letting out some shrieks (the spelling of shrieks doesn't look quite right at this time in the morning, by the way) every now and then, so I put Michael down in his swing and went in to check on her. She seemed very alert, and immediately asked for water. We had a nice little talk, with Emma saying "Daddy" about 10 times in a row, then talking about mommy and cereal for a little while before we hugged and she went back to sleep. It was the best hug ever.

Some days, I guess it's worth being up at 5:03 am.