Guy Fawkes can bite me

So it turns out that tonight is evidently Guy Fawkes Night here in the UK. We're still not entirely sure what this means except that it involves someone who tried to burn down Parliament hundreds of years ago, but what we do know is that it involves copious amounts of fireworks. We know this in part because last night Baby was sleeping soundly when someone set off a bunch of loud fireworks or firecrackers nearby, and the next thing we knew she was screaming--not just crying, but screaming uncontrollably--at the top of her lungs. Maybe the full moon had something to do with it, but from that point on she basically woke up every 30-60 minutes throughout the night. So we're really looking forward to tonight, since last night was just a warm-up for the real thing...