My daughter used to be a *fantastic* sleeper. (She’s been sleeping through the night – from 11 p.m. until 7 a.m. – since she was about 8 weeks old. I know, we’re lucky.) Now, beginning on Christmas night, our daughter offered a gift to us: Craig’s daughter has started to scream for the past three nights for upwards of TWO HOURS at a time.
Does The Cupcake want oragel to numb her baby gums? No. She hates it. Just screams louder.
Does The Cupcake take kindly to baby tylenol? No. It’s like crack to her. It keeps her up.
Next on the agenda we’re trying baby motrin. If that doesn’t work, we’re going to come up with some sort of tylenol PM for babies or ambien. (Trust me, there’s a market for it.) Or, Jack Daniels or Jim Beam.
Aside from that, Christmas was SO fun this year. It’s been so awesome spending this Christmas with my Mom, too. I’m so glad she’s here. The Broughton Four are happy.
Let’s move on to the pics, no?
He, being ever-so-friendly, left her a note in return.