The past three nights, sleepwise, have been really rough. Although I Super Nanny’ed Sierra into sleeping through the night, Brooke seems to have forgotten how to sleep on her own, or longer than 90 minutes for that matter. I blame it on teething and my MIL (she visited last weekend when she had a killer cold and managed to pass it onto both of the girls). I’m a walking zombie (again).
Daddy Rob, knows that no matter how tired I am, I can’t sleep in longer than 8 am. I have no idea why – I just can’t. Anyways, I was dozing in bed around 7:30 am when I heard my door creak open. I rolled over, looked up and saw the greatest sight ever: Daddy Rob holding Brooke’s highchair tray with a full breakfast in bed on it, and beside him stood sweet little Sierra holding a jar of jam. BREAKFAST IN BED! BACON! EGGS! TOAST! JUICE! And the icing on the cake – COFFEE! For me! How sweet is that? You know what? I think I’ll keep him