We’ve rung in the new year with a house full of crabby kids. Poor Ethan ended 2011 with a migraine (or at least a headache that seemed much like one) and was still out of sorts in the morning. Colin is all congested, again. So he’s crabby. And poor Veronica has four molars waiting to erupt — they look like little mountains on her gums. She is miserable (and therefore, so are the rest of us).
The twins turned 18 months old today. A year and a half. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long already. Who knew a person could survive a year and a half of sleep deprivation. (I don’t know how parents of triplets or quads do it.)
Colin has started growing again, I think. He seems longer, and when I weighed him on our scale the other day, he was 19 pounds (compared to the 18 he’s been stuck at forever). I’m sure some of the gain is from the Pediasure, and probably also from having a whole month where he was healthy. It’s another reason I hope this doesn’t get worse, and that it passes quickly.
Unfortunately, neither baby is sleeping well (again) right now. Last night, Veronica had her insomnia thing going again — she was awake for a couple of hours; not crying, not playing … just sitting there. She didn’t nap well either today, and yet here it is nearly 7:30 and she’s still fussing in her crib. She’s been in bed since a little after 6:00. (Baby girl is stubborn. Especially when she’s tired.)
So, I can’t say that 2012 is starting off any different than 2011 did. I am hoping, really, really hoping, that at some point, we’ll get beyond this lack of sleep thing. It would be nice to be able to get the twins into the same room, so that John and I can have a bedroom again. But until then … well, I won’t be giving up coffee again any time soon.
Happy new year everyone! Thanks again for all of your love and support.
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