Holy mackerel. I just woke up from the most satisfying little 20-minute nap. I can't remember the last time I had a nap, but I definitely had a good one today. I work 12 hours or so on Wednesdays, and usually one or both kids wakes up at least once during the night, so by Thursday mornings I'm usually a wreck. The kids then pitch in by taking naps at different times, meaning all-day-baby-duty, which means by the time Eric gets home at night I'm comatose, or amped up on too much sugar and caffeine, or bawling like a bruised puppy, covered in baby urp.
But today, oh, today. Addie went right to sleep for her nap, which almost never happens anymore. And, after a few false starts, Nolie is sleeping in her crib, UNSWADDLED. It might have something to do with this: http://www.gigibaby.com/, the softest baby blanket on the planet, which Nolie loves to sleep on. Or, maybe, she's finally growing up some.
Here's the perverse thing: I'm so grateful to the two little monsters for sleeping at the same time that I am filled with love and want to wake them up and kiss and hug them.
But I won't.