For the second time in six months, both Cam and Nora slept through the night. This is a miracle. I really thought Cam had (and I feel awful saying this,) but I thought he was no longer with us because he was so quiet. Nora happily walked into our room at 6:30 with her pillow and blankey ready to cuddle. Amazing. Before the morning would go something like this: 4:30, Nora wakes up, whining and crying. I rush in-- desperate to stop her so she doesn't wake the baby. I beg, I plead with her to please stay in bed a little longer... She just responds with an ear-piercing, annoying as hell whine. I head back to bed exasperated and Tim gives it a try. He then comes back, unsucessful, dropping F-bombs, and Cam then begins to chime in around 4:45. And the day begins! Everyone is miserable, it's still dark outside and Tim and I are expected to be at the top of our game at work and home taking care of the two maniacs. So, this is why this morning felt so great. No crying, no f-bombs, no pleading and ridiculous deal making.
I don't want to get too excited though. Let's see how tomorrow night goes.
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