Okay, your own kids can only be so cute. And there is nothing cute about a boy who wakes up around 4:30 AM and fusses for the next 2 hours. I do not know how my wife continues to do it. Quinn just keeps fussing, he really wants to be up and moving. Anyway, today, after Mom handled him for a while and Dad got in a quick shower, the boys hung out. He of course played as if it were the middle of the day. He roamed all over, played with toys, watched traffic from the window (one of his favorites) and then ventured into his sisters room. Undeterred, he started whacking her in the dupah but she kept sleeping. He howled and she just snuggled in deeper. Man, how I wish I could have been her. Finally, the Krakken awoke under a twisted thatch of blonde hair. she was in a good mood though as she smiled at her brother.
When oh, when will they both sleep soundly?? I know in time for me to be old enough that I can no longer sleep at night.
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