Oh Holy Cow (er...Night?)

Ethan and Marcus played Mommy Tag last night, and I - am - tired. I put Marcus in his crib a little while after Ethan and Alyssa fell asleep last night, and then I tackled the huge pile of laundry that's been building up in our garage. Brian studied while I folded laundry, and we ended up going to bed a little after midnight. (Very, very late for me.) A little bit after that (I don't know if I had fallen asleep yet or not) Marcus woke up, so I pulled him into bed with us. Marcus is a cuddler, and he's also a night person, so he likes to have someone to suck up to, and he does his best sleeping in the morning. If I get out of bed at night and he doesn't suck up to Brian, he wakes up, and when he wakes up, he's not happy that I (food source) am gone, so he cries and doesn't let Brian help him.

Last night Ethan woke up, so I went to lay down with him. I fell asleep in his bed and later woke up to hear Marcus crying, so I went back to our bed. Then Ethan woke up, then Marcus woke up...and I ended up going back and forth between Ethan's bed and our bed all night long. Ethan woke up again around five, and when I was laying in bed with him, I didn't wake up to Marcus's little cries, so by the time I was getting out of bed to help Marcus, Ethan was waking up too. So I ended up bringing Marcus into Ethan's bed, and Ethan was excited about that. He played with some toys for a little while, then the cat decided to join us, and he was very excited about that. It took some time, but eventually we were all asleep: Marcus on my arm, Ethan beside us, and the cat on my legs. When I got out of bed this morning, I thought the boys looked very cute, both in blue, sleeping in Ethan's bed.