It's 2 am...do you know where your daughter is?

"Daddy...where is my blankie?" were the words that came doddering out of Raegan's mouth to wake me up Sunday night or should I say M0nday monring. Wrestling to see what was happening, I glanced at the time: 2 am on the nose. After tripping over the dog I scooped up Raegan and explained to her that it was still night time and she needed to go back to bed. I was the hero for finding her blanket safely on the floor. After some negotiation, she was asleep like nothing happened.

Then came Monday night. Once again, Raegan's biological clock decided that 2 am was a good time to come and bother daddy so why not do it again. "Daddy... I want a snack" is what bellowed from her gravely voice. This time I gave the command in my most authoratative voice I could muster at such an hour to return to bed. This was followed by a loud and defiant "NO DADDY" and mixed in some sobbing and whining. I whisked her back to bed and five minutes later she reappeared..like a Ninja stalking her prey.

Sensing I was growing tired of doing this 2 nights in a row Molly volunteered to replace our daughter in her bed. Whatever Molly did worked and she remained there until this morning. I am guessing she used duct tape.

Sleep? You mean we NEED sleep?

We really have nothing to complain about because we have beautiful, healthy kids. BUT, I think they have a pact to ensure that Bob and I don't sleep! They both go down to bed fairly easy. It's the mornings that are getting to be a problem! They must decide early in the afternoon which one of them will get up at 5:30 and not go back down.

Well, Gavin won last night. He went down about 8:30. At 12:00 am, he woke up screaming! Bob went in to put him back down and it was not happening. We let him cry some more and then I went in and he did the same thing to me as to Bob. He will fall asleep as soon as you pick him up and lay him on your chest, but God forbid you should put him down. That's when he screams! So finally Bob decided to just get up with him. He let him play thinking that he would get tired again. Well, that didn't happen. So Gavin got a 6-ounce bottle. Still not tired. About 2:45 am, he started rubbin his eyes. He finally fell asleep about 3:00 am, but then only slept until 5:30 am. He's been up playing ever since.

Once Raegan got up, Bob and I switched spots. He's in bed sleeping and I have both kids down in the family room. Gavin has had an 8-ounce bottle and oatmeal and STILL shows no signs of being tired.

I'm really hoping that this is a teething thing so that there will be an end!

So if you talk to us in the next couple of days, please bear with us! We are running on very little sleep.