Okay, L had a rough day and asked me to blog instead. `No Problem!` Here is what I know happened today. V had a crappy day with naps. They went to the local mall for some groceries and to the early years center. They also stopped by the library and took out a bunch of basketball books. L left for the gym and I suggested heading off to the Superstore where there`s a Goodlife. V Woke Up. F**k! Earlier, we switched the white noise makers, giving her a louder one. No good. She still woke at 7:40pm. I was running out of battery power in both blackberry and itouch… I was worried. She fell back asleep for a 1/2 hour then totally lost her cool. Ended up taking her down and watching TV until “Wawa” came home. I had a little conversation with V.
She looks around; panic sets in. Whimpers. “Wawa?” Looking around, she repeats, “Wawa??” in a higher tone.
“V, mama’s not home. You’ve got me. ” I say to her in a comforting tone.
“Hhrmm.” She wasn’t convinced.
Z woke up at 10:40pm. I hear crying and he’s calling me (daddy).
“Where are you?”, I ask, hoping he’s in his big bed still. There’s no response. I walk in the dark till I bump into his bed. He’s still in there. “What’s wrong?” I find him compressed against the headboard.
“Why is the clock blinking?” he asks in a sleepy voice.
“I think the power blew in your room.” He says nothing. “Go back to sleep. Here is Papoo (the monkey) ” “I wann song” “No, Zuzu.” “Where’s buddy….I WAAAnnnnnn sonnng.” he was already falling asleep.
Otherwise, it was a normal day…