A couple of weeks ago Harper became a champion sleeper, 2 fabulous naps, at least 11 hours a night, we can put her down drowsy but awake. I’m bragging here. I know, I hate me, too.
Now, the cats have figured out how to open the door to her room. They throw their bodies against it tossing the door open, walk right in, and wake her up. WTF! Why? Spanky (formerly known as Skanky) used to go in, and sleep on the day bed in Harper’s room. These last couple of mornings, Spanky opens the door, walks in, chiming her kitty bell, and walks out. She is probably forced to leave by the volume of Harper’s shrill cries.
The thing is, I’m up to see all of it happen, because I forgot how to sleep though the night. I still get up at 4:00 a.m. I started feeding the animals instead of the baby, to give it a sense of purpose.
(I owe you pictures, and they are coming. We have a battery charger! Yea! And this weekend, my mom is in town for Kippy Christmas. So, there should be some film worthy stuff going on.)