9 hours

That's my boy. He doesn't just sleep eight hours, he annihilates it and sleeps 9 hours for his first all-nighter. Mommy and Daddy are still adjusting to his change, but enjoying the extra longevity. Mommy still wakes up in the middle of the night. Daddy wakes up, listens and hears him making noises in the other room, and falls back asleep.

The motivation to blog has been suffering since Steph went back to work. Daddy has been holding up well but having to slip in school work instead of blogging when the ability arises. Yesterday while Bill was pounding down about 9 oz of milk, I was able to get my cheat sheet done for my mid-term last night. During naps and swing time, I was able to review readings and slides from classes.

Running-wise, I'm following my plan. On the days that I have class, and Steph works I have to take rest days but so far I've been able to make it up on other days. For now, when it is 32 degrees in the morning, I haven't been able to motivate for pre-dawn runs. Today, after lunch I have a 9 mile route planned.

On what is happening in Seattle: Bill, when you are older this problem will be fixed. The newspaper has been running an excellent series of articles on the last Rose Bowl UW Husky Team. Apparently, if you are an exceptional football player, you get second chances after committing crimes like domestic assault, rape, shooting/robbing drug dealers, and pretty much any crime. In the past the system would allow athletes to get away with anything because people liked to win.