First of all, an update on Ezra's sleeping:
Wednesday night - the epic, 3 hour screaming fit
Thursday night - awake often, but the paci calmed him - 23 minutes was the longest stretch of fussiness, and nothing like the full blown screaming of the night before.
Friday night - asleep by 7 - didn't make A PEEP until 4:20 AM! This was glorious.
Saturday night - small cry at 2 am - paci in, quiet Ez. Asleep until 4 am.
Sunday night - we will see...but, I am so happy with this progress! I am also SO glad that we only had to endure 1 awful night of the screaming.
Evie has been fighting her nap these days, without knowing that she is fighting them. The poor 2 year old girl has so much going on in her head and body, that I think she is just so wired! Many afternoons, she will lie down and go right to sleep. However, on many more afternoons, she is so tired, but lays in bed for an hour or 2 and talks to her friends, yells at "Bob and Larry" (her best veggie tale pals) to go to sleep, laughs to herself, sings away, etc. Most days, after an hour or so, she will eventually fall asleep. Some days - like today - she did not ever go to sleep and I finally got her up. It is humorous to listen to her, but maddening as well. The girl still needs to sleep, her brain just can't always turn off to get there. Anyways, on these days with no nap, bed time comes quickly at an early 7 pm.
Ezra has been going to bed by 6:45 and sleeping much better with this earlier bed time, too, so my evenings are sometime quiet and long!
At first, I relish in the "free time." I do the dishes, fold laundry, clean the floors, etc., etc...all the things that I "need" to do. Then, around 8:30 or so, I get nostalgic, and I go check on my babes. I stand over their cribs, pat their heads gently, listen to them breathe, and say little prayers over them. I often find many toys or clothes that "need" to be put away, just so that I can go back in there and repeat the above mentioned activities.
As a child in bed, I would pretend, sometimes, that I was asleep, so I could hear my father come in one last time before he went to bed, saying "Daddy loves you."
Now I get to say "Mommy loves you" to my sweet littles before I go to bed, too.
P.S. I just looked at them again...they are both in the exact spots where I "deposited" them into their cribs, sucking away on those pacis, and snuggling their "loveys."
Ahh...love.
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