This morning the kids all woke up before 7:00. James was woken at 5:45 by J's alarm. Judah woke Sofi because his pull-up had leaked and his bed was wet.
Jamie fell asleep in the car on the way home from grocery shopping.
While nursing him back to sleep for his nap, I hear BLOODCURDLING screams from the dining room.
(which is Judah's usual way of informing the WHOLE WORLD of his displeasure (and no, we don't "let" him do that)
The screaming went on long enough that I eventually set Jamie down in my bed and ran out to, what I was sure I would find to be, bloodcarnagechaosdisaster. But nooooooooooooo.
Instead I find Judah, staring at his reflection in the mirror while screaming, real tears running down his face, "Noooo one will puh-puh-puh-PUHlaaaaaaaaaay wiv meeeeeeee!!!"
By the time I get back to James, he's fallen asleep. To wake and feed, or not? I leave him to sleep, fingers crossed that the three minutes of nursing will hold him over for at least an hour nap.
Ten minutes ago I heard Jamie waking up from his nap too-too early, indignant that he wasn't fully fed, and walked in to find that he had thrown up on my bed, rolled his head over and threw up again.
I moved him to a clean spot, but he's definitely not going back to sleep. I will write my thoughtful, intellectual, meaningful post later.
Like, maybe in about ten years.