tossin' and turnin'

I really think that A is psychic. Lately, we have a new bedtime routine in which I read both girls a few stories in A's room, then sing them a song or two. E then hops off to her room, I sing A her song as I put her in her crib...and then tuck in E. Wow, it sounds pretty complicated when I type it out, but I *love* it because (1) I no longer have to sing the same songs twice, (2) it actually reduces the amount of time I spend putting the girls to bed and (3) I get out of teethbrushing and bathtime.

Anyway...last night as we were doing our new routine, I thought to myself: wow...A has been really good with the sleep of late. She's sleeping through the night and going down without any protest. Life is good. You know what happened? Silly mommy jinxed herself.

At about 11:30 I heard a blood-curdling scream over the monitor. I then proceeded to to spend the next FIVE hours trying to get that kid back to bed. We administered Motrin. We rocked. We sang. We tried to sleep in mommy's bed. We tried to put her down in the crib. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Finally, we somehow managed to get a few conitinuous hours of sleep in my bed. Needless to say, my caffiene intake today has been a bit on the elevated side.

So, John's bringing her into the ped's this afternoon to see if it's an ear infection. I don't know what to think. On the one hand, if it is an ear infection...then we know why 3 out of 4 Slackers were miserable last night, and can fix it. On the other hand, since we have been down this road before, we might have to revisit The Great Tubes Debate.

One thing's for sure, A is sleeping in her crib tonight. How an 20-month old can manage to hog an entire king-sized bed is one of life's great mysteries. Perhaps it's because she sleeps across the damn thing...but I could be wrong.