I broke one. Twice. Well, not really twice, but times two. I’ve heard it said and yet there I was doing it. Twice. See, I thought we had a timeline to follow. So I got up at 6:30 and started breakfast. When the french toast was ready. The milk poured. I did it. I woke sleeping babies.
Fortunately, my Jessika has much, much more experience in this than I do and she was right there to grab one baby, Claire, and off they went to her bed to doze for another 45 minutes. I took the remaining baby, the one who thinks I’m silly and seems to be okay with it, and we snuggled / slept in the rocker for 45 minutes before she let me dump her back in the crib.
Now. Now I know that babies aren’t to be roused from their baby sleep, but man alive does Ella give good sleepy baby hugs and snuggles. Don’t tell Jessika, but I’d do it again. Unless they are hellcats tonight. If they are hellcats tonight then they can sleep until noon tomorrow if they want!
Tonight my Jessika and I are going to put on grown up clothes, pick up her mom, and head out for a girlie night out dinner! We won’t talk about the girls. We’ll talk about politics. And food. And tv. And books. I love my goddaughters more than I ever thought I could love any children, but I love my Jessika more and it’ll be fun to spend some quality time with just adults.
Have I mentioned I have fabulous hair while in Denver? Because I do! I really, really do!
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