In the a.m., that is. I’m well acquainted with 4:30 p.m. But 4:30 a.m.? Now that Conal sleeps through the night, I don’t see much of it. And when Conal was still waking up, if he woke around 4:30, I was practically sleep-feeding so I wasn’t paying much attention to what 4:30 looks like.

Now I know.

It’s dark. Quiet. Not many sane people out and about. Except for those of us trying to beat the traffic when heading off to the beach for a week’s vacation. We beat it, by the way. The drive to the Jersey shore was uneventful.

And Conal is already having a blast: