No Rest for the Wicked

I'm kinda wiped out today so please bear with me. Mini Monster has had two restless nights in a row and it's costing me sleep, sanity, and everything else. We suspect it's his teeth again, poor guy.

He's demonstrating a lot more interest in sampling other foods, though apparently not Glazed-Ham with Pineapple ((The baby food version.)) That apparently ranks on his list of things to never voluntarily put in his mouth again. ((But the faces were epic.)) Baby breakfast cereals are one of his favorites at the moment, though he likes oatmeal over rice cereal. That could be bias though because he was informed that "Daddy eats oatmeal too".

Tilmani and I have been waking up stiff anyway though, and we're kinda waffling around trying to figure out why. My best guess is that the fouton, which is rather old, may just be getting to the point where it's just too darn old. That or we are. ;)
So I'm trying to decide if I feel like putting in a vote for a new bed altogether.

Every so often I get the funny feeling that I've become briefly persona-non-grata in some of the online circles I run in, and I -never- quite figure out why. Eventually everything seems to return to normal, but I always feel as though I've missed something of X-files level conspiracy and rumor, at least in the minds of the people perpetuating it.

It's actually kinda annoying, feeling like I've been shut out for days, and damn, I run out of books fast, but there's not much I guess that I can do about it.