I should really just get used to the 5 AM wakeup

because in another week, that's probably when I'll be getting up. Especially since I doubt that Ryan will be sleeping throught the night yet. Unless a miracle happens. He sleeps pretty well from 8pm to about 3am (he will just wake up once in this time frame and eat for 10 mins or so and then back to sleep). After 3 am, all bets are off. I've never had him sleep past 5am, where I didn't have to get up, take him downstairs and swing him. Like now. And even then, he's grunting and squeaking in his sleep, because he's trying to fart and is not having an easy time of it. Poor baby.

I'm sure he'll have his daily poo this morning too, which is sort of what I am waiting for...

Fart, fart. Squeak. That's my morning so far.

We have plans to go back to Summerfest today. I did not get to look around on Sunday at anything, because my parents didn't want to leave until 1pm and then Ryan was being a hand full right up until Jake started to play. Then, he feel asleep for a couple of hours, but I was kind of stuck listening where I was until 4:30. Then, eating took place. Then, we left. I did get a t-shirt on Sunday, but I didn't get to do my usual look around of the whole grounds. So, I want to go back.

I was seeing what my dad was up to, but I think that he's going with work people, since he was trying to get me a ticket from work. He didn't say that specifically, up I inferred it from what he told me.

Fart fart fart. Squeal. Fart. Grunt. Squeak. Squeal.

So, Jake is going to leave work around 2 and we're going to head down together with Ryan. We'll probably try to meet Dad down there. They have a pretty good ticket deal today -- I just have to go back and buy another (hopefully) non-winning Summerfest lottery ticket. I guess if I win, I buy another, until I don't win anymore. Unfortunately, my mom isn't coming over today, because she's going to the baseball game, and Ryan is already pissing me off. I do everything I can think of and half the time, he is still screaming. I really hate it.

So, now he's crying, so I'll try something new. When I came downstairs, he was sleeping. Fucking jerk.