Good News: Jack slept ALL NIGHT LONG in his own bed! (the pack and play in our room, I mean)
Bad News: Ben slept here:
And I slept here:
Apparently, Jack is not a cosleeper. Every night, we have been putting him down at 7:30, and then we end up waking him up no matter how quietly we creep into the room when we come to bed at like 10:30. I think he smells us or something. He comes into our bed, and everyone gets a crappy night's sleep. Last night, I passed out in the chair and slept uninterrupted until Harry came downstairs at 4:30, which woke everyone up and turned our pleasant night's sleep into Thurber's "The Night the Bed Fell" only with more poop and less hilarity. But even though I have been up since 4:30 (not ON MY FEET, but awake-- well, that's not true, I drifted off again a little after 5-ish, only to be woken up by Ben who was frantically searching under all my covers for Jack-- who was happily back to sleep in the crib in Harry's room-- Harry was asleep on the couch), I feel better rested than I have in 10 months (Jack is 9 months and 3 weeks, but that last week of pregnancy sucked sleep-wise).
Bad News: Our cute little 26 inch TV that we bought the day after we got back from our honeymoon broke last night. Right before dinner-- the crankiest time of Harry's day. Harry lost his crap when the screen stayed black and Mommy and Daddy couldn't find a picture of Dora to match her words. I have never seen the kid so inconsolable. He kept wailing "I can't see T E!"
Despite the crazy bed switching party we had this morning, we're all in unusually good spirits
I think until further notice, Ben and I will be sleeping in front of the tube.