When it rains, it pours…

This week, Alethea is going through nuk withdrawal, has caught a nasty cold, and seems to be having bad dreams at night.

Lydia has five or six teeth that are on the verge of coming in and I’ve been attempting to wean her from her 5am feed.

Put all together, it means that I’m getting up every two to three hours each night.  Ugggg!  It’s like having a newborn again!

I sort of feel like I could do this…

… except that it would kill my neck.  And I’m certain that, unlike Lydia, I would not have been able to sleep through Alethea shouting in my face, “Wyd? Wyd? You look funny, Wyd!”

Anyway, that’s my excuse for not writing more this week.  I’ve got a couple posts that I’ve been cooking up, and hopefully I’ll get those posted soon.  Thanks for sticking with me!