It's 5:30am, my son just had his morning bottle and is now snug asleep next to my husband (it's their Saturday morning routine). Where am I? I'm where I am every Saturday morning...sitting on the couch in our living room in absolute quiet. You would think it being the Freakin' Weekend I would try to sleep in, but I try to take advantage of any quiet time I might stumble upon...and once I'm awake, there's no going back. Granted, it probably would have been nice to sleep in a little, but kiddo runs pretty much like clock work. He wakes up @ 5, I get him from his crib, and he has a bottle in bed next to dad.