Last night was Armageddon. Aidan started in and was quickly followed by Owen until there was so much crying in the house you'd think we lived in the monkey house at the zoo. My solution? A half an hour of Scooby-Doo at midnight. Seemed to work well enough, though Owen slept with us for most of the rest of the night. Just wait, in a few years they will BOTH be trying to sleep with us...or maybe they will just crawl in with each other. One can hope.
So we're a bit tired today, a little listless and certainly looking forward to bedtime (at least this mama is). Tomorrow we will start again - and see Nana off on her Alaskan cruise.
(Please ignore the quiet looks of desperation - they'll pass soon enough - after all, I have my cottage in the Arctic, right?)