'Twas the night before leaving to get on a flight.
The boys were put down on a cold winter's night.
We'd fed them with milk and cereal too.
We'd rocked them and kissed them and said, "I love you."
Derek went to bed, while the night shift I took
As I packed up my suitcase into their room I looked
No crying. No fussing. Sweet dreams filled their heads.
So about 1:00 a.m. I crawled into bed.
In the morn I saw Derek. "What time did they wake?"
He looked at me puzzled. His head he did shake.
"I planned to ask you the very same thing!"
It was then that we think we heard angels sing!
It appears to be true. The boys slept through the night.
Eight or nine hours! Oh, what a delight!
Their daddies were happy...no...thrilled is the word.
A full night of sleep is a night that's preferred.
Since that beautiful morn on December eighteen
We have had fewer wake ups from our two jumping beans.
It's not every night that we don't hear a peep.
But it seems they are learning the value of sleep!
Can you believe it??? After almost 9 months Derek and I are starting to get sleep again. We don't always have a totally quiet night. Sometimes we get up to give a little water (or even milk if they're really inconsolable). Last night was horrible. Aaron awoke and screamed and fussed for about an hour -- twice! But we're having more and more nights of waking up just to replace a pacifier, giving them a kiss and a five minute cuddle and watching them fall back to sleep. I'm starting to feel human again. I'm remembering what it's like to be happy to wake up in the morning. I guess when the babies realized the world wasn't going to end on December 21st like the Mayans predicted they decided they could afford to sleep more and see things just in the daytime.
Although I'm a little late, we wanted to wish you all happy holidays. Here are some pictures of us celebrating Hannukah and Christmas.