Death by infant

If you happen to see two bleary-eyed, incoherent, pale-faced zombies wandering around southern Maine over the next few days, that'd be us. Little Ess has been having some wild adventures at night that involve much shrieking and frequent demands to nurse, with the added effect of torturing mom and dad until they question the impulses that got them in this situation in the first place.

I would write more, but it is 8:14 pm and it's already past my bedtime.