No Pacifiers equals no sleep which, of course, equals no sleep for anyone and a very angry household. It is currently 10:40 pm and Jamie and I still hear little feet making very loud noises upstairs. Zane has resorted to saying he is pooping (of course playing me...I don't know when he took up pooping at nearly 11pm, but he says he is - going so far as grunting and pushing, that a boy) really who knows if he is but I'll leave him alone to "poop" just for props for his cleverness.
I'll be honest, they have almost broke me, I'm so close to waving the white flag to surrender and thus giving their plugs, their beloved (my beloved) soothers, the things that fix everything, the things that act as Tylenol PM for toddlers, the things that I was totally against and after weeks and weeks of using my fingers to pacify them became my savior, the things that I am figuring out helped me keep my sanity for so long. Meh, after being EXTREMELY whiny and ready to melt down at any stink eye one might shoot them I am thinking maybe cold turkey was not the way to go.
Around 11 pm when Lost finally ended and the partying finally stopped two little people were found face to face with sleep!
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