Last night as I was in bed at 12:30 a.m. listening to some man outside shouting as he walked down the street (I fondly call him "yeller" because he is often out there talking to himself, walking to the train), I was thinking, I'm really ready to move to a less busy street.
This morning, Ben's alarm sounded at 5:35 a.m. Unfortunately, the alarm not only woke Ben up, but the dog above us, who then jumped off the owner's bed (remember, he's a huge dog) and ran around the condo upstairs. This then woke up Eli, who cried in his crib until I reluctantly climbed out of bed at 6 a.m. (my policy is that anything before 6 is too early when he's healthy) And thus our day started off with a bang.