Yesterday was generally miserable, albiet with some milestones reached. Evie was a cranky as any 10 month old that you decide you're going to switch her time zone on. "Good Night, Baby! Today, we're going to consider this Morning, so let's just stay up another 12 hours and pretend that it's okay!" ::::smacking self on forehead::::
Both kids were a tad on the grumpy side yesterday. Every single time that they sat down, they fell asleep. Every time they got in their car seats, they passed out. Every time that I woke them up, they squacked like hen-house with PMS. But it was all worth it in the end, because after dinner last night, I gave them a bath, bundled them in fresh/warm/fuzzy jams, and put them to bed at 9:30. (Why so late, you ask? Because they're bodies are still dealing with another time zone, and I was trying to avoid them going to bed at 7:30 and getting up bright and sunny at 3:00 a.m.)
Evie got up at 4:30 (that's 7 hours of sleep in one stretch!) and pounded a bottle, then went back to sleep and is STILL SLEEPING!!! 11 hours peeps, 11 hours. Oh yeah, hand out the snack bags and rock on, it's all good.
Abby went to bed at 9:30 and is STILL SLEEPING. She did NOT wake up for anything. I had to go in to make sure she was breathing at 7:00.
I do feel bad for David, though. He was so lonely this morning. He made coffee and did laundry and finally woke me up because he had no one to talk to or take care of. He was just walking around the kitched in circles, randomly organizing things and waiting until it was late enough to start calling people to have some conversation. Kinda funny really.
Well, I sense that my time of peace is going to be gone. I'm going to have some more (perfect) coffee.