but i just love a man in uniform

Charles re-enlisted in the state National Guard, and his first drill was this past weekend.

It's probably a crazy time for him to be re-enlisting, you know, what with being in the middle of a war and all, but he only has nine years until he can retire, and we decided he'd be foolish not to get the retirement after having spent so long in the military, both active duty and in the guard.

So, yes, I'm a little bit nervous about the possibility of him being deployed, but if he was sent off to Iraq, I'd be very proud of him as well, as I'm sure Drew would be too, when he got old enough to understand.

Plus, and this is really the main thing, he looks good in uniform.

Drew is on another sleep strike this week, but Charles and I have just about figured out the formula.

Diaper change + warm milk + snuggle X3 + replacing in crib = crying X2 + sleep.

On a good night, we'll only have to do that once. On a bad night, we'll have to do it three or four times. On a great night, we don't have to do it at all. On an awful night...well...I'd rather not discuss it. I'm still traumatized by the last one.

In the Brennan household, the breakdown of good vs. bad vs. other types of nights goes something like this:

So, as you can clearly see from this scientific analysis, I have too much time on my hands and I suck at making pie charts.

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[ebeth]

I feel your pain - we're currently dealing with a jet lagged three year-old. Not fun when she's ready to play at midnight!