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Sleeping like a baby

Who ever invented the phrase "sleep like a baby" obviously never had kids. Last night Rowan and Davin conspired against us to insure that we would not sleep. Rowan woke up at 2 am and after letting him fuss for a bit, I got up to see if I could help him get back to sleep. When I crawled back into bed, it was a little after three. Just as I could feel my body relaxing into sleep, I heard a bump, thump thump thump, and then a click. Davin came into our room and headed for our bed. After a potty break and spending an hour in our bed kicking me in the back, Davin was back in his bed. Again, just as I could feel myself drifting off to blissful sleep, Rowan started to cry again. Chris got up this time to see if he could help, but he was not the parent that Rowan wanted. After listening to him cry for a bit (Rowan, not Chris), I finally gave in and got out of bed. Rowan must have had an upset tummy because he didn't go back to bed until I fed him a snack, sometime around 6:30 am (and he only slept for another hour). Needless to say, it was a long night and tonight I hope that our kids don't sleep like babies but instead sleep a little better.

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Summer said…
oh my word, Kate, I can SO relate! It seems like every night is like that at our house! And we haven't even go into the thick of the winter sickies! shoot me now.... :)
oh, and I love your fall family pic. Have a good Thanksgiving!
November 26, 2008 at 7:23 PM
camie said…
oh... this post makes me feel so tired. i swear parenting would be a piece-o-cake if a full night of sleep was guaranteed. this is the very reason i can't bring myself to want another child at the moment.
November 26, 2008 at 9:43 PM
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