have i mentioned before that i firmly believe our children are slowly trying to kill us through sleep deprivation? they must plot and plan while they're playing or something. i imagine the conversation goes something like this:
diesel: so what's the plan tonight, lu?
lula: hmmm... well, last night i got up and yelled for daddy at midnight. and then you cried from 3:30-4am until they finally fed you. you did a good job of crying after they fed you and changed your diaper though. nice work! they had no idea what was going on!
diesel: that was on the fly!
lula: and i love how you always wake up and start crying at 5:25am. they'll have to keep getting up earlier and earlier!
diesel: thanks! that really seems to annoy dad!
lula: so tonight... why don't you cry around 11pm, just as they're getting into a deep sleep. cry intermittenly to throw them off.
lula: you know, cry for a minute. then stop for a couple of minutes. then cry, then stop. that way they'll keep thinking you're going back to sleep. they'll fall back to sleep too, and then you'll wake them back up. this really exhausts them!
diesel: nice one! what are you going to do?
lula: i'll go up to their room and stand over them until they wake up. this really freaks them out. then one of them has to carry me back downstairs to my room. this always wakes them up and then they have trouble going back to sleep for a while.
diesel: doesn't this all seem just a little too cruel?
lula: what? of course not! remember, we are trying to get rid of them so we can eat all of the easter candy at once!
diesel: right, right. eye on the prize!