Per Jake's Request...

...here is our family portrait.

Fact: I am not a good drawer in Paint (That is Drah-err, not like a dresser drohr)

Fact: I am really not a good drah-err anywhere. I shouldn't just blame a bad program. After all, Paint really did provide Jake with seconds of entertainment on my last post.

Fact: Our mother did not leave us, she is merely on vacation in the post below.

Fact: All the kids are wearing our Yeagley numbered shirts but the numbers are on the back. Dad is wearing his General Cleanup shirt but I didn't even want to attempt to draw Mr. Clean.

Fact: The only attempt at any emotion I made in my artwork is Jake is growling and clenching his fists to show how strong he is. I hear he wants to poke the bear now that she has butt brain.

Fact: The Bear really is much closer to Jake's height in real life but I figured it would add to his showing of strength (really I just have no spacial concept and figured I would make it look intentional)

I don't blame my mom for much...

I don't have a picture of my mom at work so here is one that I drew.

...but I can't fall asleep at night anymore. I have had much time to lay in bed, eat Tums and analyze this situation. I feel it is a combination of my mom's fault and my sister Ali.

I have been a champion sleeper my whole life. I could sleep at any time anywhere. I even fell asleep once at a rock show. A very loud rock show. Now all of the sudden I can't do that anymore. I wind up waking up at 2:00 am and reading for a couple hours just to fall asleep again. My first suspicion was that it was caused by Leah, the bad tenant in my belly. She, however, has been very quiet lately. Probably due to the fact that she knows I'm coming after her for the 6 months of back rent.

But then it hit me. It is the family trait that my mom passed on to my older sister and now to me. I realized that I started taking Thyroid medication right when I got pregnant and now all of the sudden I have my thyroid regulated to the way it should be so it is no longer giving me the gift of a full night of sleep. Darn you thyroid medication. Now that the big problem is taken care of all the little ones can come out, like insomnia. Not cool Mom, not cool.

The reason I blame Ali is because she suffers from insomnia and even though I know it is not contagious, she once blamed me for making her sick even though I was many states away and had not seen her for close to a year. So if that was possible, then so is this. Not cool Ali, not cool.

I sure do miss my Subclinical Hypothyroidism. Maybe it will visit me for a long weekend sometime.

Also not helpful are Jack Jack and Paul. Jack waits until I am asleep to jump on the bed and pin me under my blankets so I can't move and therefore can't sleep. Paul enjoys licking my eyelids and attempts to lick inside my ears at all the wee hours of the morning. She also likes to eat whatever book I am reading.

This is Jack Jack.

This is Paul