This might become a thing...number blogs......all chronicling the ridiculous times of night I am awake and blogging while feeding and soothing my genetic contributions to society.
Last night? Last night was a fluke. Last night I was pretty excited. Tired and proud and excited. I was up and down many times...but my babies were in their beds dammit! Baby Girl still wanted her bottles but she was just fine lounging in her crib. In fact, she was better than fine. She slept like a little baby angel...who occasionally wanted yummy snacks and then went back to sleep on a food coma.
Not so tonight.
Baby Girl is anti-crib. So much so that I haven't even attempted to put Baby Boy in his own bed, because at least as long as I leave him cozy with Daddy he will stay asleep. One at a time. Also, it is entertaining to watch him twist his body around and put various body parts in Jack's face. Not that Jack wakes up, but he then unconsciously tries to contort his body to avoid the toddler appendages. Fun stuff.
Baby Girl stays asleep if she is in her bassinet, if I rock her in the chair, if I hold her in bed, if I wear her as a vest while doing jumping jacks...but NOT when she touches the sheet on her crib. Huh. I did change her sheet today. Perhaps she is opposed to this pretty minty green color?
Who's to know...
So my dreams of beating last night's number vanished almost two hours ago and I am just now about to put her down for the fifth time. The record for staying asleep in her crib tonight is 15 minutes. Please pray for me.
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1:57 AM...official time that both of our darling duet were actually finally asleep in their own beds. Half an hour later, when toddler feet appeared, I didn't even attempt a return to big boy bed. Mama needs sleep. As Scarlett O'Hara said...tomorrow is another day.
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