Early morning thoughts

It's 5:30 on a Saturday morning and I can't sleep. We can thank a bad dream for that. So I think I will update my blog, check (again) on Alaina (since the dream involved her safety. I hate those.), and then make some waffles. Caleb just got back from a week in Florida "working" at a conference. I guess I won't feel too jealous since I often do my "mothering" at the pool, but it's nice to have a husband again.

Several things change when Caleb goes out of town: a) the quality of my diet tanks. Like I'm gonna make a real dinner when Alaina and I would both rather eat Cinnamon Life on the couch anyway. b) My house stays much cleaner--not because Caleb is a slob, but because I have all this spare time at night, so I might as well clean. c) I also have more time to read. Just finished The Devil in the White City, which could be the worst book to read while home alone, as it is a book about America's first  serial killer, who prayed on unsuspecting women during the Chicago World Fair in the late 1800s. Very fascinating, but I think I need a dose of Jane Austen or something after that one. d) I get starved for adult conversation. It's hard when the only person to talk to has a 15-word vocabulary.

Other good news: Alaina is finally old enough for nursery at church. Boy is that nice. And I don't even feel bad about admitting it since it's the highlight of her week too. We found out that we are having a boy! Does anyone else struggle with boy names as much as me? Caleb and I can't agree on a single one. Corrie has already named him though. She calls him Scorpio Bartholomew. Nice.

Ok, I'm hungry. Waffle time.