7:30/8pm-ish: I start the marathon of what we call "getting ready for bed." I peel Sophia off her highchair after dinner (which can be hard, especially when she's fused herself to her seat with loads of cheese), and march upstairs with Sam in tow. As I'm filling up the tub, Sophie throws many things that are not able to get wet (such as battery operated toys) into the tub. Sam just sits in his boppy chair smiling at me (he is really easy). After recovering water-soaked perishable toys, I plop Sophie in the tub, wash her from head to toe, and try to tame the snarls of her unruly curly hair. Washing done...bath playtime begins...and I start on Sam. With the baby tub sitting right next to the bathtub, I give Sam his bath. Sam is easy. He likes his bath.
8:30pm: Time to dry off and get ready for bed. Trying to dress Sophie after she's gotten out of the tub is like trying to catch a minnow in a pond. It's impossible. I've decided that some things just can't be tamed and I usually just let her run around...naked....dripping wet....slapping her tummy and rolling all over the upstairs of the house (are all two-year-old girls this wild?). This gives me a good chance to get Sam in his pajamas. Again, Sam is really easy.
9:00pm: Sophia demands to watch "a Mickey" (a.k.a. Mickey Mouse DVD that was a gift from 'Gwampa'). Fine. Anything to get her to sit still for a second so I can put some clothes on her. Sophie watches a couple minutes of Mickey until she plugs her fingers into her mouth, and from there it's a done deal. Fingers in mouth = I'm going to fall asleep any moment.
9:15pm: Put Sophie to sleep.
9:30pm: Pick up the house. Take a shower.
10:30pm: Go to bed
12:00am: Sam wakes up and I nurse him for a half hour or more until he falls back alseep. I put Sam down in his bassinet when he falls asleep, but now that I'm awake, I find my mind racing about all the things left to get done, and it's hard to fall back asleep. Half hour later I doze off.
2:00am: Sam wakes up to eat again. Repeat midnight routine.
4:00am: Sam wakes to eat again, but at this time, it's always hardest to get him back to sleep. Sam seems to always think that 4am is time to get up for the day....it's definately way too early so I rock, walk, bounce, and sing Sam back to sleep. By this time it is 5:30am and I have to wake up for the day in thirty minutes (the girl I'm doing daycare for arrives at 6:30am).
The alarm goes off at 6:00am and Andy reaches up to shut it off. He says the one thing I do NOT want to hear: "I am sooooo tired."
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