While the ideas held court, the babies continue.
No one is sleeping well. First Annaliese with a bad cold; now Caspian with a cold AND the 9-month-sleep regression that accompanies learning to move. Last night he cried out over and over and we'd stumble in to find him on his knees, rocking back in forth in his crib. His poor little brain is on fire.
Fun story: Also last night around 3 am I hear a "Mommy, Mommy," and so I haul out of bed for the 900th time and go to Annaliese's side of the room.
"Mommy, I'm tired," she tells me.
Yeah, kid. ME TOO.
Tough to be mad at these faces though. And we'll get through this. We had a pretty blessed two week run, so c'est la vie. (Of course, the one night they slep GREAT this weekend was the one night we went to bed after midnight, since we were out PARTYING LIKE ROCK STARS aka K dancing gracefully while I tried not to break an ankle or flash the dancefloor. PS Sister your dress is DAMN short.).