Ben and I have had an understanding since Cooper has been around: I get up with the baby, and he gets up with Harry and Jack. Truth be told, I have been getting the raw end of this deal because Harry and Jack almost never need anything. The other night, though, Harry woke up vomiting at 11, right when we were going to bed. I was happy to say, "Hope you feel better tomorrow. Here's your dad," and go to sleep.
We hung out outside almost all day today-- Harry and Jack blew through 2 bottles of bubbles and did some magic tricks while Ben sealed the deck and fence and I jollied very crabby (teething?) Cooper.