Nights are not for sleeping

Hello! I got two hours of sleep last night! I am not exaggerating! I am going to drink six cups of coffee today and cry a little bit! I will probably also snap at my children and then cry about that too!

I've been having not-so-quiet midnight (and 2am, and 3am, and 4am) battles with little Man Show* to eliminate the last vestiges of his waking-in-the-night-to-eat habit, and it is seriously, seriously taking a toll. On me, not him.

More later, when the world stops tilting...




{*Right – he's no longer a baby, so Kickbaby is now Man Show, which is the nickname Berry gave him. There you have it.}

Love and little fingers

I stretched out on the couch for a nap (it had to be the living room, because that's where Kickbaby was sleeping) and as soon as I started to drift off, Berry climbed up next to me.

"Mum-mum?"
Yes honey...
"I lie down next to you?"
Okay. Lie on this side.
"Mum-mum, I share you pillow?"
Yes, you can share my pillow...
"Mum-mum, that you eye?" [poke]
Ow! Yes that's my eye. But we don't poke eyes.
"Mum-mum, [poke] that you other eye?"
No poking eyes! That hurts!
"I love you mum-mum."
I love you too, sweetheart.
"I love you too, mum-mum. I love you very much."

Well.

I suppose it's worth the eye-pokes.

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