A dear friend of mine always gives me a pot of flowering forced bulbs around the time of my birthday (read: the worst month of the year... February) because she knows how much I, erm, dislike winter and long for spring.
I love flowers in February. They make me happy.
Update on the sleep battle:
This baby's mommy is a genius! GENUIS! Bwaa-haa-ha-haaaaa! BWA-HA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!
I discovered that I have a white noise machine already in my room. Okay, maybe it's not so genius, considering I didn't realize this a long time ago, but you know what they say-- sleep deprivation is the mother of invention.
That is what they say, isn't it?
Anyway. I have a white noise machine beside my bed in the form of an old digital alarm-clock-radio that I've had since I was about 10. Set the dial to some good static, et voila-- white noise, volume controlled. Hopefully it's not as hard on our electric bill as a fan.
I've only so far employed this tactic today, but so far so good (of course, now I'm ruining it by broadcasting it all over the intertubes...). His nap this morning was a good 1 1/2 hours, and now for his afternoon nap, he's been sleeping over an hour and a half and is still sleeping.
During lunch, Evan was playing contentedly on the floor and Nathan commented "He sure is a pleasant baby when he's slept well!"
Indeed, my dear. Indeed.