Caroline has her third double-ear infection. She's gone back to only two wake-ups per night since starting the antibiotics, which is damn sight better than four, but still falls short of ideal. At least she's still her adorable, easy-going self. (Side note: It really is hard to diagnose such a happy baby. She's never had a fever or anything approaching the attitude Hannah regularly sported just as a matter of course. Still - much better to have this problem than any myriad of others.)
My eyes are the visible proof that things are slipping around here, most notably: sleep, hygiene, and patience. Within fifteen minutes of waking up this morning Hannah asked me, "Mom, why are you so angry?"