Did I tell you that Rhys has turned from a tantrum free boy into a small tornado of "NO!!!"? Apparently, 2.5 is the new terrible twos because he is CRAZY. This morning at 4:30am, tantrum for no reason, screaming to get out of his room and hitting himself in the legs. Holy possession! We took his pacifier away last week which seemed to be accompanied by an inability to fall asleep unless one of us was breathing on him and so now we have to break the habit of our sleeping in his room. I almost want the damn pacifier back. John said, "we can get him braces" in response to the cumulative 4 hours of sleep we've each gotten over the last 3 days. Yikes. Complicating matters, I'm on call for 12 days straight and am being paged all hours of the night. John is filming a live, child patient interview tomorrow for the American Psychiatric Association and we're still trying to edit these child videos we're trying to get out. Let me tell you, I am not made for voice-overs. John is having to put the "radio personality" effect on to my voice so I don't sound like a 50 year old smoker.