Not One of the Babies

I awoke in the middle of the night apparently trying to burp the dog. I am told the dog was not amused. All I remember was trying to pick up a particularly squirmy baby that needed to go to the crib. Slowly I came to my senses and realized it was the dog and not one of the babies. I declared loudly in dismay, "WHAT AM I DOING!?" As far as I can remember, this is the closest to madness that I've been. Hurray for lack of sleepings! Nicole wisely decided I might be a tad less insane with a bit more sleep, so Nicole's mom kindly stepped in for me the rest of the night. I am very grateful!

bob