On Tuesday night and well into Wednesday morning, they woke up ten times*.
We were a little wrecked yesterday, as you might guess, and then Eric decided he'd forgotten what it was like to go to lunch with the little beasties. So we went out, and he was reminded. Forcibly.
Imagine being at lunch with the Tasmanian Devil, only there are two of them, and they're really happy and they want to share that happiness with everyone within earshot (and possibly some dogs, too). Oh and they want to eat your food, play with your utensils, throw anything you hand them onto the floor and smile gleefully at the waitstaff.
Who could forget that?!
Ah well. Never you mind. There's always next time. Perhaps it was the sleeplessness that drove that memory out of Eric's head?
From today's Baby Blues strip. One of my favorite comics!
* We suspect teething or a full moon or evil fairies were involved.