For those of you who have been praying for me, please keep it up. Warren....oohh, Warren. I don't even really know what to say. It's all just sort of a game of chance. Will he nap? Will he sleep at night? Will he cry all day unless I'm holding him constantly, which is getting harder and harder because Scott is sick and Ava is really starting to miss Nick. I've only got one lap kiddos! Warren took a two hour nap at the gym yesterday while I worked out (hooray!) and then did not sleep one single wink until ten fifteen last night (boo) and he got up at three for a bottle and again at five thirty to play (double and triple boo). So I'm in a pretty lousy mood today. Nick will be here in two weeks, so I'm just giving up on getting Warren into any sort of routine. We'll just have a five year old in our bed, I guess. Boo for me.