The Cards didn't come through tonight, despite two doubles in a 9th inning attempt at a comeback, falling 4-2 to the Mets. So on to game 7 we go, hoping to clinch a ticket to the World Series starting on Saturday.
Meanwhile, my son is fighting bedtime like it's the ultimate enemy, poor kid. He's got two molars coming in, but I gave him motrin, so I don't think that's the problem at this point. We have GOT to get him back into some consistent routine, b/c not only is this miserable for him, but it's stressing me out! He used to go to bed so peacefully...ah, the good ole days.