So here I was at 20 weeks with Preston...
And here I am at 19 weeks with peanut #2. Much bigger, methinks! At least I FEEL much bigger at this point. Less than a week and we'll know what this little wiggle worm is...
This is what happens when your kid wakes up at 4am and tells you he isn't tired. After the typical calming down, cuddle time, and whatnot, the conversation went something like this:
me- Ok, P, time to get back in bedp- but I not ti-ard me- well, Mommy IS tired, and she wants to go back to bedp- no get back in bed! (sniffle sniffle)me- let's go, budp- WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! III NOOOOT TIIIIII-AAAAARDDDDD!me- you want to read books in bed since you aren't tired?p- no. not in bed. wead books in chair.me- ok- whatever, kid. Mommy needs sleep. Read your books in your chair. p-ok- see you when you wake up momeeFast forward to 7 am, and this is what we find. Passed out with his little feet sticking straight off the edge of the chair. Notice the Elmo slippers are on- he HAD to have them at 4 am, too.
Kids are funny. He was OBVIOUSLY not tired. At least he was smart enough to bring his blankie with him to keep warm...
And for your listening enjoyment...singing "Twinkle Twinkle". And I use the term 'singing' loosely.