I must have looked especially haggard yesterday morning, because as soon as J woke up he announced, "I'll take over. Go sleep. NOW." (I love this man.) Knowing that the baby was in good hands with her doting father, I gathered the dog into my arms and snuggled up in bed. I took a wonderful 2-hour nap, and when I emerged from our bedroom refreshed and energized and ready to relieve J from baby duty, he assured me that everything was under control and that I should go "do my own thing." (Have I mentioned that I love him?) And so I did. Grocery shopping. Watching a couple of episodes of Veronica Mars on Netflix. Surfing the web. By the time the baby's bedtime rolled...