Dorothy is sleeping horribly. HORRIBLY.
I think she is teething. I mean, I kind of HOPE she is teething because she only has 6 teeth, but I don't actually SEE any teeth. She comes in bed with me at like 11:00-- last night, I wasn't even IN bed yet when she woke up-- and then is restless and kind of aggressive all night long. Then she wakes up for the day by 5 at the latest. I AM SO TIRED is what I am saying. The other morning, Ben took her downstairs at 5:15, and she fell asleep in the hallway by 5:40, so I am not the only tired person, obvs.
Last night, when she had finally fallen asleep (horizontally with her feet in my neck), Jack came in sobbing that his wrist hurt. What actually hurt, though, when we woke up enough to understand what the hell was going on, was a nasty thumb blister caused by his splint rubbing against his hand. We called the pediatric orthopedist the minute they opened this morning and explained the problem and scored an 11:00 appointment. Happily, Jack did not need a cast, just a brace that he has to wear for only 4 weeks. And the best part? The doctor gave him a brace to wear in the pool, too, and he can swim with no restrictions. Although watching him pull himself out of the pool made me feel sick to my stomach today-- THAT HAS TO HURT, RIGHT?
Dorothy and Cooper spent some serious time in the sandboxes today. Serious in length, and they also took the experience very seriously. Dorothy even dressed fancy.