Matt's at Gregory's today, so I've invited my parents over for dinner. Now I have to cook something my father will eat. I've decided on spaghetti and garlic bread, but I'm cheating. I'm using ready-made sauce (just add meat) and store-bought garlic bread. Oh, well. It'll be good. And I'll have company and not have to leave the house. I'm exhausted, having gotten somewhat more sleep than usual last night but still not nearly enough. I'm not entirely sure, but I think Owen went about three hours between some of his feedings last night. I hope this pattern continues. He's wide awake now. He had a bath and then ate and then watched me go through some clothes one of Matt's coworkers gave us, then began to cry and wouldn't stop until I strapped him into the snugli and carried him around the house for awhile. Oops, he's sleeping now.

SPOO!