Thursday, September 08, 2011

Case in point

Rachel got up at 7:30 this morning.

She went to sleep well after 10:00 last night.

She just ran out of her bedroom screaming frantically because she dropped her Chapstick and it fell under her bed. I only got that out of her after spending several minutes calming her down because she was so distraught about this that I couldn't understand a word coming out of her mouth. From the way she was blubbering I thought an axe murderer had crept through her bedroom window or something.

It is 9:51 PM.

Why, why, why is she still awake? Why?

Rachel screams so effectively that when she cries out in the middle of the night I jump from my bed and run to her side before our neighbours call the police to report an attempted murder. It's that bad. Truly.

When Miriam cries out in the night I drowsily roll over, hoping that she'll go back to sleep. Sometimes she does. Sometimes she doesn't. When she doesn't, I stumble sleepily to retrieve her and she immediately stops whimpering and says, "Hi! Momma hold you! "

I have to coach Rachel in Lamaze breathing to get her to calm down.

I love 'em both, but seriously...I love 'em different.

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