After days and days of sleepless nights tending to a feverish baby and a bed-wetting preschooler who refused to wear a Pull-Up, we've finally found some peace. Josh and I went to bed last night at 10:00 and didn't deal with our children until 4:30am, when I brought A into bed to nurse and doze with us until (almost!) 6. The baby had cried out at 2:30, but once Josh realized that trying to re-binkify her was only making her mad ("Where's Mama and her lovely ta-tas?"), we let her fuss herself to sleep. It took less than 10 minutes, so it wasn't too torturous.
Today my fairly well and well-rested family honored Mother's Day by treating me to the decadent monstrosity that is the Original Pancake House's Apple Pancake. The weather was God-awful all day, but the kids took nice long naps and kept the whining and crying to a minimum in spite of being cooped up all day. A playdate with a new neighbor kept the pre-dinner hour lively--and judging from the gigglefest coming from inside her tent, it looks like Z has a new playmate.
And best of all, Z has agreed to wear a Pull-Up in exchange for keeping her water bottle with her at night. The ironic thing: she's kept it dry.
