why i didn't work out this morning...

so this isn't something cute anyone said or did, but it was a fairly memorable night. or perhaps forgettable? either way, here's how it all went down...

7:30 - bring smallboy up to bed. he wants daddy, and fights, kicks, punches, hits and screams "NO MAMA!! DADDY" about 63 times while i try to get his jammies on, read him a story and get him to bed.

7:45 - i hear bigboy yelling at daddy and daddy scolding bigboy in the room next door. next thing daddy knocks on smallboy's door and asks if we can trade. as i walk out the room, i see smallboy cuddled into daddy's shoulder.

7:50 - smallboy is out cold. i'm getting bigboy's teeth brushed, jammies, on, etc.

8:00 - bigboy begs me to stay, saying he doesn't want to go to sleep by himself (he has been doing a great job with it lately, but he's sick and feverish and feeling sorry for himself). i tell him i'll stay a few minutes.

8:03 - bigboy is out cold.

9:00 - babsie is out cold.

10:30 - woken from dead sleep, bigboy is screaming. turns out it must be a nightmare because he's hardly even awake as i go in to see what's wrong.

12:00 - ditto 10:30

12:24 - woken from dead sleep by fire alarm screeching through the house. dh is all dopey and tries to shush me and push me back onto the bed as i'm trying to leap out. he goes to check the source and see if we have any fire, i go check the boys. smallboy sleeps through it COMPLETELY, which is good, because bigboy is terrified (he hates loud noises). dh gets alarm turned off, we all go back to bed.

12:28 - fire alarm goes off again. c thinks it's my phone (??). dh makes it stop, i soothe c back to sleep, but he falls asleep with hands covering his ears and after he finally drops off, i have to pull them down

3:30 - c wakes screaming. this time i give up and just go in there for the rest of the night. he's restless and wakes every 15 mins or so, checks that i'm there, and drops off. this goes on about an hour, and he finally sleeps soundly

4:30 - i decide i'm not going to the gym, and try to sleep too.

5:30 - i wake to hear smallboy coughing up a lung. go to check on him, see dh is already there. but smallboy sees me, decides it's time to get up, and is wide awake and wants to play. after 10 mins of trying to get him back to sleep, we give up, and the day begins.

tiptoe

we had a slightly scary incident this weekend, when i found a tick buried in conor's upper thigh. i managed to get it out without incident, and we cleaned it, dinsinfected it, and put ointment and a band-aid on it (nothing like a little overkill there, barbara!)

as i was cleaning the bite area, conor opened up the bandaid and wanted to stick it on, but i wasn't ready for it yet, so i just told him to put it onto his knee.

well, i took him off the countertop and watched him walk across the kitchen with a pronounced limp. i was terrified for a split second, until i noticed he was favoring the "other" leg - the one with the band-aid on it.

i asked him what was wrong, and he said "i have a band-aid on my knee, so i have to tiptoe!"