Peace and Quiet

This is the first morning since C. was born that I’m up before anyone else, having spent the entire night in bed. It’s pure bliss.

C. had a fitful night: woke up at his usual appointed hours, and he was Unamused (in the Queen way) when M. went in, told him gently-but-firmly “Go night-night, C.” That engendered much screaming, complete with baby expletives (you could just kind of tell that he was swearing) and much jumping up and down. But he did finally settle down, and when he woke up at his usual times after that, he settled back down even more quickly than the time before. He stirred and cranked a bit at 7 (it’s 7:40 now), and then went BACK to sleep again.

So, Best Night Ever.

In the meantime, M2 spent half of yesterday afternoon saying, “I’m going to have a good sleepover, Mommy. But I’ll be sad because I’ll miss you. But just a little bit.” She was having dinner when we left, and just before we took off she insisted on having a tissue from the box, so she could blow her nose and wipe her eyes of tears when we left. Which she did. Repeatedly, as we kept not leaving (quote: “When are you going, Mommy?”). M. said, “Great, we have a drama queen.”