It's 10pm in our house and time for one last check on the kiddos before bed (and after LOST, but don't get me started on how boring I now find that show to be!). This is what I find:
Ryan - jumps to a sitting position the minute I open his door. Flings himself back down very dramtically and kicks all the covers to the floor. His hair is a mess, his jammies are all askew and there are 44 billion toys and books in his bed (I guess he was waiting for me to come read "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" - I feel bad I didn't, BUT we had already read 3 books!!)!
Rachel: out cold. On her back. Legs crossed at her ankles, arms up by her head. SNORING away.....
Jump ahead to 6:00 am.
Ryan is up and begging for cerealmilk and JoJo
I had to wake Rachel up to feed her an hour later. She went to bed at 8:00 and stayed there - asleep - until 7:00
So, I guess one good sleeper is better than none, huh?
It just kills me that people always assume (and rightfully so) that our infant is the cause of our sleepless nights!