Sweet Sleep

Last night Beanie was up ALL night, tossing and turning and miserable with his incisors trying to come through, his congested nose and a bad case of gas (so bad, in fact, that I could hear his machine-gun fire tooting as soon as I walked into his room). The poor baby was up quite literally every hour and then was up for good an hour earlier than usual. I was fearful that he was going to have a rotten day for Emily but much to my surprise he had a good day and was quite chipper and lovey when I came home (there is nothing better than having your baby smiling at the door when you get home and then squeezing you tightly). Liam, on the other hand, was in full blown turd mode despite having a great start to his day. Someday if the stars align I will look forward to having BOTH my children in a good mood. Here's hoping!