Night Terrors

You would think that these days I'm mostly being woken up in the middle of the night by my charming, screaming infant. While that is true, there is another culprit in the house as well--my husband. Just last night he shook me awake and said, "Honey, could you hold the baby; I need to go to the bathroom." I bolted awake concerned as I did not remember giving the baby to Matt. Since he's back at work, I try to not wake him when I get up to feed and change Eleanor. I asked him in a panic why he had her. His reply, " Oh never mind, I guess I don't." And there she was all swaddled up in her bed.

I guess these days she's the only one getting the rest she needs.