Ah jet lag. People probably pay money to feel this way. I have been paying money not to. I made a pharmacy run yesterday to get a hat-trick of drugs to knock out whatever is knocking us out. Dristan, Tylenol Cold Night (sedatives are good), and Buckleys. "It tastes bad, but it works." No, it assaults it does not "taste". We have been carrying around Alana's first gift with us since we got her and it just got multiplied by 11 hours once we got home. So as you can imagine, we all feel like fertilizer. I guess our antibodies are ineffective with what is mutating over the Pacific. Our poor little peanut doesn't know what hit her as she has been getting hit by all sorts of things. Jet lag, cold, diaper rash, new mom and dad, plane rides, bus rides, her first car ride, new doggies, new surroundings. She didn't do too well her first night as she was still on Beijing time and we knew we had to do something. We had to bring out, the Bad Parents! The only way to break the sleep cycle is to replace it with another, soooooooo, we KEPT HER UP!!! AAAAAHHH! Sadistic as we are, we did not let her nap at all yesterday and forced her to stay awake. We had planned to keep her going till 8 pm but by 6 her body would go completely limp and her eyes would snap the Flintsontian toothpicks. She was too funny! I would give her a tummy raspberry, she would giggle once and snore. I would bounce her on my knee and she would giggle once, and snore. Poor peanut was completely wiped out. As I write this, Alana is working on her 14th hour of sleep with one 3 am call for the Daddy Rocker. Things are well on their way to being normal, I just wish I was. Jim=Hurting. BTW; she likes doggies and they like her! Hooray!