This morning, there was great rejoicing in our house.
Sweet Pea slept through the night, and in her own crib!
You can’t imagine what this means to me. Usually, I get her to sleep in our bed because I haven’t been brave enough to have her fall asleep with Princess in the same room. Then, she usually starts crying in the early morning hours, and I haven’t been brave enough to let her cry it out and fall back to sleep, because she will wake up the other two. So I run into her room (or, more often, I groggily plead with Lord Herndon to go and get her), snatch her up, and bring her back to our bed to get her to go to back to sleep. The earlier she wakes up, the longer we have to maneuver around her in the bed. She is a spread-eagle kind of sleeper.
How about the other two, you ask?
Well, Princess is a morning person, but not a morning bird. Translation: she wanders out of her room while Lord Herndon and I are still trying to tiptoe around the kitchen (having coffee, doing our quiet time, and enjoying the last few moments of marital solitude before the little feet start pattering). This means she wakes up around 6:30 every morning, but she is not exactly a ray of sunshine. She is hungry, grumpy, whiny, and clingy. I just try to sit and hold her for a while until she’s in a better mood. I certainly don’t do anything that might cause her to erupt into banshee-like screams that early in the morning.
Prince is going to have a rude awakening (literally) this fall when he has to start going to school with Lord Herndon at 7:00 in the morning. If I don’t wake him up, he sleeps in until 9:00 or 9:30, then stumbles out of his room and down the stairs before I catch him and strongly encourage him to use the bathroom first. He picks at his breakfast and generally doesn’t really get going until almost 11:00.
As for Lord Herndon and I, we haven’t seen our bed before midnight in a long, long time, and the alarm goes off as soon as our eyes close.
