healthy lungs. healthy, healthy lungs.

it only feels like it should be four o'clock. in the evening. i curse nights like this. because then i look at the clock and it tells me it's really almost my bedtime. the girls are just now going down for bed...at ten past nine.

and miley...little ms. miley. she's had a hard day. is it growing? is it teething? is it separation anxiety? is it simply fits and tantrums? who really knows what's going on in that seven month brain of hers. and at this point, i'd be willing to pay a pretty penny to find out. i've heard of 'baby whisperers'. at least, that's what i like to call them. i think it was an oprah show where i first caught a glimpse. someone that can read the cry of your baby. almost like they 'speak baby'. translate please. where's the pamphlet? where's the speak baby for dummies? 101 even. leave it to oprah to find the impossible.

but right now, i could really use anything. it's just not like miley to scream and squeal and rampage her lungs to a fit of tears at every moment she is put down. so for now, i will buy a stock into earplugs and pray for patience. let's also pray for a good night's sleep.