Reese had a rough day yesterday. I may have had a little caffeine (caffeine didn't affect Wyatt at all...Reese was affected by it in the womb), and I think she's starting the teething process. JOY! In all seriousness, it was the roughest day since she came home. She woke up twice the night before (and she only wakes up once...since she was a newborn) and things just kind of snowballed from there. Brief naps, whiney if not being held, totally unlike my girl. These are from a few minutes of happiness while we were supervising Brian's assembly of the exterior Christmas lights. And this is where I practice for hours with Wyatt to get him to say "Dad, you've taught me everything I know about exterior illumination."