The Daffodils

This picture of Adelia asleep in the car seat pretty much sums up how we are all feeling today...tired and frazzled.

We are trying our darndest to figure out what exactly it is that has made Oliver wake up just about every single night since July. I'm not having any luck, but last night was particularly bad. Both Aaron and I were up with him several (hundred) times. Ugh. And I can feel it today. My body hurts all over, my brain is beyond fuzzy, and I'm moving like a slug.

It's a good things he's cute, or I might have thrown him out to live with the chickens a long time ago. Sleep, child!

But on a good note, I talked these two into planting my daffodil bulbs in the front bed. So maybe come Spring time we'll have some beautiful flowers to enjoy. I love daffodils.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 

                 -William Wordsworth