We've had little Mr. Lowe visiting with us since last night, as his mother is in the hospital, trying to stop pre-term labor (she's only 31 weeks, your prayers would be appreciated). Funny story: At bedtime, neither Mr. Lowe nor Miss Blockburger were excited about going to sleep. Clark was in charge of Z, I was in charge of Julia (you know, since I'm her bedtime snack [tmi?]). When I left Julia's room, they were both wailing away. It was kind of sad, but also kind of funny. I decided that I had to record this, so I ran to grab my camera so I could shoot a video. By the time I got back to the closed doors, Julia was quiet. And only a few minutes later, Z was quiet. Success!
All was well, until Julia decided to get up at 2:30 AM. And basically this was the routine: she cries, I worry she's going to wake up Z, I go in and soothe her, I go back to bed, I'm almost asleep, she cries, I worry she's going to wake up Z, I go in and soothe her, I go back to bed, and so on. She was waking up every 15 minutes or so from 2:30 to 4:15, at which point I gave up and fed her. Which kept her asleep until 6, and then we did it all over again. Oh, I was so mad at her. Luckily, Z wasn't bothered by her. But I was. I was SO bothered by her. And, needless to say, I'm really tired today.
While we're talking about it, how does anyone ever have 2 kids? I'm seriously dead after watching those two this morning. (to the Lowes: your son is really being quite good. it's my daughter I'm ready to murder.) Granted, our children won't be 10 months apart, but still. I'm thinking Julia will have to be at least 5 before we have another one.