So last night, the boys didn't sleep.
First it was Arden. He came to our room screaming and crying. It continued for hours. First our heads were on the wrong side of the bed, then the baby was in the wrong place, then he had the wrong pillow, then the wrong sippy cup, then we we all positioned wrong on the bed...
Eventually he passed out on a pillow on the floor. It was dreadful, but at least he was asleep...
Fast Forward 1 hour to Rory getting out of bed all flustered and upset. Rory came fumbling into our room, and starts screaming "WHAT IS THAT?!?!?!?!?! WHAT IS ON THE FLOOR???" Apparently he thought that there was 1.) a wild animal in our room, or 2.) a monster. I told him it was his brother and he said "Oh, ok." And then got into the bed with me, which set off another fit from Arden who woke in the meantime.
Of course Carl slept through most of it. And our bed is SO NOT BIG ENOUGH for all 5 of us. I just want to say that.
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