As I sit here watching the Olympics . . .

I hear cries coming from the room down the hall. Now, normally I wouldn't mind. Except that it's 11 PM, and he has only been asleep for a few hours. He didn't want to go to bed. He does this periodically. I dreaded going down the hall to find out what was wrong. But I went anyway.

I opened the door, and there he was lying in his crib. "What's wrong honey?" I asked. He sat up, bottle in hand:

MORE!

Who taught him this "more" word?! And why didn't they teach him "more please?" Rude! Oh well, I guess it is better than what Uncle "Bob" has been trying to teach him to say. I guess I should just be happy he is back asleep, huh? Maybe I should go to bed too. That would be smart. Except that it's still men's gymnastics. And our team has been awesome tonight (until pommel horse....I'm a little disappointed there). Good job, boys! Oh yeah, and good job to Michael Phelps, too. That was awesome! Good luck tomorrow!

GO TEAM USA!!!!