I won’t lie; we’ve had harder weeks. Tonight? More of a challenge. We started the bedtime routine at 7 pm, and TA-DA! had both girls asleep by 10 pm. Way to go. Dr. Spock calls US for advice on how to do it right.

We came downstairs to find Sara had been potty-training Minnie Mouse in the living room. That doll was stuck in the Pooh Potty so tight, I nearly ripped the polka dots right off her dress.

Sydney Cat spent her unsupervised evening dining on our dinner leftovers. Yummy! Greg found her endlessly yacking all over the first floor.

So now we’ve high-fived each other for another successful? night at the ranch. It’s time to slip into our comas. Kelly won’t wake up for at least an hour and a half. Greg’s being a champ, so don’t tell him the boppy isn’t some kind of new age pillow. He’s earned his “halo”.