I don't have anything funny or insightful to share today. Miss Lyra is still running on a nocturnal schedule, so my attention is taken up by Quinn during my regular waking hours, and by Lyra during my regular sleeping hours. Robin and I are at the point where we sit together at night while she's feeding Lyra, and we get all nostalgic about those days when we actually got more than four or five hours of sleep.
Anyway. This, too, shall pass. In the meantime, I'll leave you with some sage advice from the product box of my old Norinco Makarov.