Matt went back to work today for the first time in over a week. The pox are finally starting to wane, thank God. Which is a good thing because guess who threw her back out trying to sneak out to the couch to get some much needed shut eye at 5:54 am?

Yep. Flat on the floor, down for the count. I'm starting to think we're paying back a karmic debt.

Amanda is here taking over baby duty so I can "rest", which means I'm doing pretty much everything but. You'd think being forced to spend a day in bed would be a dream come true but between the pain and the constant fussing it's hard to relax. Still, having Amanda here is fantastic. I don't know what I would have done otherwise. I'm not sure she believed me about what it takes to get Will to sleep but after a couple of hours of ineffectual sleep-nursing (at some point - usually around the time the baby starts to look like a tick - it's time to admit defeat) there she was, bouncing and shushing like a champ. Capital s-i-g-h...

As my friend Aimee says: "Soon the present will be the past and you'll say, 'Oh God, remember that'..."