Only one of these two babies is really asleep. No prizes for guessing which one is the sleeping baby impersonator. Really, there are no prizes available here, just the satisfaction of knowing that you got the answer right. This is exactly the reason why we can’t resist shouting out the answer before the contestants do on Jeopardy or Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
Satisfaction, baby. And also to show off to the husband.
Yeah, if you guessed this baby, ding ding, you get 50 points worth of satisfaction.
I typically don’t let them nap in the same room but Finn wanted to “snuggle with his baby” and he was very convincing about promising not to disturb baby Theo. He did a pretty fine job of pretending to fall asleep too, so I thought I’d join in the nap party. Just as I got myself all comfy next to them, I heard giggling, followed by “Suuuurrrprise! I got you, mommy, hahhahahaha!!!”
So much for my nap.
Our bedtime setup these days is that Truett has to be in bed at 8pm. Kirsten and Finn, who don’t have to up at 6.30 in the morning, get to stay up till about 9-ish.
A few nights ago, he came out of the room sheepishly and whispered into Kirsten’s ear.
“WHAT??” she yelled. “I’m not a baby sitter, you know!!”
“Pretty please…” Truett said.
“Sighhh, ok fine fine fine.”
Kirsten followed her big brother into the room and when I went in to check on them a few minutes later, she was sitting next to him patting his head the way I usually do.
“Kor kor wants me to pat him to sleep,” she whispered, looking thoroughly pleased.
//To be clear, this isn’t good for my ovaries.