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After a typical Up A Bunch couple of nights, Erin's surprised her mother with two consecutive nights staying asleep 7 hours. (I say 'her mother' because I just can't be trusted with whether or not I hear her in the middle of the night.)
Unfortunately, those 7 hours tend to end around 4 o'clock, which does us no good, so: new bedtime: Midnight. I figure she should get to know David Letterman before he keels over with another heart attack anyway.
The other issue is that Erin may be getting 7 hours sleep, but Ainsley isn't; she's either awake every fifteen minutes wondering if she's heard her; can't sleep because she's worried about her; or is having dreadful dreams about losing her in a roller disco or something. She could count on her 50-minute cycles and had adjusted her body. This, this bizarre 'sleep' thing is new ground for her.
Actual conversation this afternoon showing the depth of our care and concern for our children:
Tried out a new Japanese hibachi place tonight, the third one in a span of 5 miles. The first has all the ambiance of a truck stop on I-70. The second I love (see my last birthday entry). This one was somewhere in between, not great, not bad. Nice enough folks, entertained my son well enough (though scared the hell out of Erin with the big fireball), but the food was absolutely drenched in sauce. At least Erin enjoyed her saltwater soup and ate a Buddha Body Weight in steamed rice.
Another cold front came through tonight, which is cutting into my hot tub time. I mean cold nights are fine (went out there the other night when it was 19 degrees), but there's just something about a cold breeze that blows the whipped cream off my coffee, if you will.
Yes, I understand there are children in Ethiopia who don't even have the option to pick and choose their hot tubbing experience, but this is my house.
Speaking of cold fronts, we all have one again. Not surprising, since we're constantly sharing silverware and toys, and what with Erin grabbing my tongue for fun. I just wish we could have some snow for once if we're going to continue with this cold weather (those of you in Wisconsin, yes, I know where I can stick it). I promised my son a snowman last weekend when the Weathermen forecasted it; you know how hard it is to make a partlycloudyman?
Unfortunately, those 7 hours tend to end around 4 o'clock, which does us no good, so: new bedtime: Midnight. I figure she should get to know David Letterman before he keels over with another heart attack anyway.
The other issue is that Erin may be getting 7 hours sleep, but Ainsley isn't; she's either awake every fifteen minutes wondering if she's heard her; can't sleep because she's worried about her; or is having dreadful dreams about losing her in a roller disco or something. She could count on her 50-minute cycles and had adjusted her body. This, this bizarre 'sleep' thing is new ground for her.
Actual conversation this afternoon showing the depth of our care and concern for our children:
Me: Ryan's monitor's batteries died. He could be on fire.
Ainsley: No, he's not. I'd be able to smell it.
Tried out a new Japanese hibachi place tonight, the third one in a span of 5 miles. The first has all the ambiance of a truck stop on I-70. The second I love (see my last birthday entry). This one was somewhere in between, not great, not bad. Nice enough folks, entertained my son well enough (though scared the hell out of Erin with the big fireball), but the food was absolutely drenched in sauce. At least Erin enjoyed her saltwater soup and ate a Buddha Body Weight in steamed rice.
Another cold front came through tonight, which is cutting into my hot tub time. I mean cold nights are fine (went out there the other night when it was 19 degrees), but there's just something about a cold breeze that blows the whipped cream off my coffee, if you will.
Yes, I understand there are children in Ethiopia who don't even have the option to pick and choose their hot tubbing experience, but this is my house.
Speaking of cold fronts, we all have one again. Not surprising, since we're constantly sharing silverware and toys, and what with Erin grabbing my tongue for fun. I just wish we could have some snow for once if we're going to continue with this cold weather (those of you in Wisconsin, yes, I know where I can stick it). I promised my son a snowman last weekend when the Weathermen forecasted it; you know how hard it is to make a partlycloudyman?
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