I am up at 6 am feeding the baby in complete darkness. I hear rumblings in the kitchen. What's going on? I investigate to find Colby, crying, on a stool in front of the refrigerator.
"Sweetie, what's the matter?" I ask him.
"I'M HUNGRY!" he wails.
I get him a yogurt, which he devours in all of 30 seconds or so, and then he puts himself back to bed and falls instsantly to sleep.
It's remarkably like Reagan in that regard - can't quite make it through a full night without having to wake up to be fed. I tremble at the thought of appetites during puberty.
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In some places it's known as a tornado, in others a cyclone. Around here, it's called a little boy.
Colby
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