Otter was awake a lot last night. Monkey had a nightmare around two a.m., which woke him up and resulted in a very awake baby smacking me in the face and kicking me in the stomach for half an hour or so. (Monkey dreamed about Tarantulas biting her, which I stated was very unlikely for them to do, given their relatively mellow natures and small fangs, and maybe they were kissing her instead? It seemed to calm her down, but I fear I may be creating a truly warped child here.)
Then he woke up at 5:30 again, ready to start our day! (Crazy kid! The only thing I start at that hour is cursing!)
So here I am, so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open, and wishing I had been wise enough to fall asleep at 8.
Otter? Well he is tired too, but is he napping??? NO!! He is an unstoppable force of baby nature…. determinedly getting into every nook, cranny, drawer, meat cleaver, and poisonous plant in the world, while his bleary-eyed Mom tries to keep up.
Crap, he has the speaker wire again….