3:25: I hear Sarah Rochel opening her door. Cue husband to wake up and attend to her.
3:27: Tell husband Sarah Rochel is in the hallway, not in our room (husband is quite groggy).
3:28: Husband goes into Sarah Rochel's room with her.
3:44: Shulamis wakes up, politely asks to be fed.
3:56: I am feeding the baby in the guest room (where she's been sleeping in her car seat the last few nights, resulting in more sleep for me AND her), I hear Yoav leaving Sarah Rochel's room, I hear Sarah Rochel protesting, I hear Yoav close the door.
3:59: I hear Sarah Rochel opening her door (sigh). Yoav is already asleep again (and who can blame him?). I telepathically send him messages that his eldest is walking the halls again (well, we actually only have ONE hall, but close enough) - no dice. Shulamis is still munching away.
4:04: Sarah Rochel finally finds us in the other room. "Mommy, I need help with something." Shhh! "Sarah Rochel, go wait in your bed, I will be there in a minute." She scurries off.
4:06: Put down baby, who I think has burped enough. Go to Sarah Rochel. "I need help with my sleep." Sigh.
"Okay, close your eyes, and I'm going to count."
"I can't close my eyes."
"Because I need to look at the light." (note: my mother noticed this phenomenon, that Sroch likes to stare at her special light (which we leave on, but closed 97%) while falling asleep. Fine!)
I then count to 100. I then count to 100 again. Then twice to 10. Then finally exit the room, since I've been hearing the distinct, "hey, you need to burp me some more" noises down the hall.
4:10: Burp baby. Baby wants to eat more. Feed baby.
4:15: I hear Sarah Rochel opening her door. She's no fool - she doesn't come find me this time, but goes and sits down on the floor in the living room.
4:18: Finish feeding baby. Put her down.
4:19: Sneak up on errant toddler in living room, surprising her. Walk her back to bed. "But my sleep isn't working." Tough, kiddo. Stay in bed.
"Sing 1-2-3 song." (also known as 'Count Ten' from an old Sesame Street record I had as a kid)
"Okay, I will sing it once but then you NEED to stay in bed."
I sing. Well, I whisper loudly in cadence. There is nothing so loud as a singing voice at 4 in the morning.
4:23: Exit Sarah Rochel's room. Return to baby, who is still fidgeting. Does she want to eat? Nope. But her eyes are open. Pick her up, fidget fidget, burp her, fidget, fidget - burp - relax, totally unconscious. Okay! Put her down.
4:27: Commence blogging, since I'm not bothering to get back into bed until I know they are both sleeping...
4:47: I hear Sarah Rochel turning her door knob but, wisely, not opening her door. BOOGER! Leave computer, go to Sarah Rochel, order her back to bed. "But I like to wake up. I really like to!" Sorry, Squirt.
"You need to stay in your bed now.
"YES. It's time to sleep
"Stay with me for one minute."
"I will stay for ONE minute, but no more getting out of bed."
I stay. It's now 4:52, the title I made for this blog entry is already obsolete, I have already mentally composed the sticker chart I'll be making for my eldest daughter to see if we can't work on these night wakenings (prize for 5 stickers will be a toy, I think, and prize for 10 stickers will be the umbrella she's incessantly asking me to get - "Buy me umbrella, because I need it, because it's raining." She's also still telling me to "Buy me Cwocs," but I'm holding off on that one, if for no other reason than to overcome peer pressure, and why does a two-and-a-half year old have flipping peer pressure!? But I digress...).
4:54: I just hope I'll be able to sleep well despite listening for the littlest noise of my daughter's (well, technically daughters') door knob.
4:55: Who's going to come sing to me?