Manic Monday

whew. Well, after Sunday's rough night, Monday was a bit rough too. Like the Bangles song from the 80's (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAZgLcK5LzI), we really wished it wasn't Monday. The morning was ok, but by lunchtime it was clear that the babies had woken up on the wrong side of the crib after their morning naps. By the time Jason got home from work, he walked into a house of screaming babies, hysterically laughing grown-ups (b/c laughing about all the craziness is better than crying), and the smell of spit-up. Poor guy had worked 7-5:30, came home to fussy babies, and then I headed out to dinner with the girls shortly after he got home. He survived though, and the babies finally went to sleep by 9 or so. They slept a bit better overnight (no stretches longer than 6 hours though) and today they were perfectly pleasant, with no fussing until 4pm, and a pretty mild "witching hour." Let's hope the rest of the week is the same!

Finally quiet...


Exhausted after all that fussing


GrandMary trying to keep a few babies calm