Ah, the beauty of morning. Though my favorite time of day, I have a dirty little secret for you: I am not a true morning person . Deep down, there has always been a part of me that envied true morning people. I could never understand how anyone could wake up abounding in energy, fully ready to tackle the day while others of us (literally or figuratively) leave our beds kicking and screaming. And to be perfectly frank, I didn't know how I could make the big transition with my own baby in the house, especially seeing how he still doesn't sleep through the night. What happened? Let me get a cup of coffee and I'll tell you. To put it mildly, Joel and I were having a problem. He would get up, go to work, while I would try and catch as many winks as I could cajole Ransom into letting me get. Then Joel was gone, I was alone with my buddy. Because his naps have become progressively shorter, and frequently coming right...