Last night was one of the most sleepless I've ever had. Painful. The boys were so fussy we could not settle them down (after what seemed like an eternity of burping, patting, pacing, rocking, and swaddling they each let an enormous toot and calmed right down--its okay to talk about baby farts, right? Grown-up ones not so much, but baby gas should be socially acceptable. They can't help it after all) . But even after I got them settled down they still kept spitting out their binkies and whimpering from the bassinet. Then at 5 o'clock Maggie climbed out of her crib and joined us. Which is super ironic because I just was giving my friend Angie advice on getting her kid to sleep longer and was bragging about how improved Maggie's sleep was. Well, apparently it's not improved.
Maggie was so awake that we decided not to fight her energy. Dan took her downstairs to watch Beauty and the Beast. But apparently he fell asleep and she took the opportunity to peruse her birthday presents with no parental interference (Happy Birthday to Maggie tomorrow). She woke me up by bringing me a puzzle that was supposed to be a surprise (during my 45 minutes of undisturbed sleep) and was pretty ticked that I wouldn't open it for her. Mean mom.
Maybe I should just give up and stop wanting sleep. That would make it easier. Then at least I wouldn't feel denied. I could just pretend I'm at EFY or an all-night party or something and stay up because I want to. Yeah. Maybe I'll try that.
But really, wouldn't you sacrifice your sleep and sanity for these guys? Dang. They're cute.
[Even when all three of them are losing it.]