Baby A has begun to grudgingly acknowledge that there is such a thing as bedtime. I used the genius Pantley no-cry sleep solution (mostly, anyhow--I nixed the journal, for instance). So now she’s quite reliably asleep by eight or nine in her crib and stays that way (with a couple of half-asleep feedings around 1 a.m. and 5 a.m). Niiiiice!
Up until a couple of weeks ago, she’d wake up at 2 a.m. and be all, “Dude! Party @ my crib!!!” and I’d be wincing/thinking/saying, “Babe, please just go to sleep, already!” Now I have cuddle time with Li’l A at his nine p.m. bedtime and cuddle time with Big A at… I don’t know--let’s say, 3 a.m., which is when he’s been getting home this past week.
That picture of yourself in academic drag you took when people were consistently mistaking you for an undergraduate (because genes, but a...