Pele or Baryshnikov...

Yes, I'm up at 4:41am.

I've been awake since 2:30am because Alexander is either trying out for the Barcelona Football team or he's practicing for the Nutcracker. And believe you me, I am not complaining for one moment. I kept doozing off but waking myself up because I didn't want to miss any of it due to just how active he was. I even took Dan's hand (who was sleeping) and put it on my belly so he could potentially feel him kick. It turned into more of a game for me: things would happen as if on queue - Dan would snore, Alexander would kick, Dan's hand would twitch and then it began again. I had a grin on my face for a solid 45 minutes.

Once the kicking stopped and I was still awake, I decided to come downstairs to wrap some more presents. Crazy? I know, but why not be productive. And it was better than the bus crash dream I started to have.