For the third morning in a row I have been up at 4am. A weird haze fills the valley around our house. It's nice to have a break from the heat even if it's just for the morning hours, but it's also pretty creepy and quiet in our house.

I'm having trouble figuring out what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm actually pretty good at waiting. I've never been one to freak out at long lines. One time Miss K, Basart and I waited for hours and hours to see Weezer at Spaceland. We got all the way to the door and the fire marshall showed up. The club was over capacity and they were not going to let anyone else in for the rest of the night. It all worked out ok because Justin let us know the next time they were playing and we got in no problem...

G and I took a three hour baby CPR class last night. The teacher was an RN who kept the class moving and interesting. We practiced on baby manikins.

There were a few moments when I thought about how scarey things would be if anything happened to our baby. Then I started remembering all the near-fatal and frightening things that happened to my sister and I when we were little. My parents seemed to handle it all pretty well. Here's the short list...