Nighttime wanderings

Some nights, no ones moves from their bed or cries. Other nights, it feels like Grand Central Station around here. You just never know how the night is going to play out.

I'm laying in bed tonight, reading about Bella and the Volturi, and eating matza pizza (no, I don't have a life, thank you very much.) I hear crying from Ilan, which is not a big shocker. He's my most frequent crier.

I went in, sighing as once again I respond to his cries, only to be pleasantly suprised at the sight of both of my little ones smooshed together in his small toddler bed. He was crying because he was too hot all covered up and with Nadav so close.

I'm seriously dying of the cuteness.

Then not five minutes later, I'm back in bed, and I hear G in the hallway. He's standing there, crying, and completely asleep. I'm reminding all my loyal readers, I take no responsibility for this gene, because although he got it from me it's from my mother! SHE'S the culprit!

I walked him back to bed, to find all his many many stuffed animals lined up, peering at me from over the bed rail. Once a line maker, always a line maker, I guess. That kid is either going to be a vet, a zookeeper, or a taxidermist. Please God let it not be the latter!

Signing off for the night. It's only ten pm, but God knows how many wakings we'll be having tonight. Just don't tell the kids that I secretly love it when they do this... as long as I'm not sleeping yet.

Just when you think you've got it all, that things are pretty good and you're happy, they swoop in and give you just a little more. Those are the best nights, wanderings and all.
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