This is a (very slightly) dramatized version of how our night went last night:
7:00 Bathe Henry in hopes that he will benevolently fall asleep early as a gracious boon to his parents.
9:00 Bathe Grace and follow with the "I Hungry" battle, which will be an excellent example of attrition.
"Time for bed?"
"No. I Hungry."
Repeat until Mommy's head is ready to explode and steam starts coming out of her ears and nose, and horns start growing out of her head, and she makes a piece of toast for Grace so sis can pick the butter side off of it.
9:30 Grace goes to bed.
10:00 Henry goes to bed.
11:00 Mom goes to bed.
1:29 Grace awakens. Again with the "I Hungry" battle. Daddy subs for Mommy to help alleviate the steaming nose and ears. Raisin cereal saves the day (or night as it were).
2:00 (a.m. there are two two o'clocks, much to my chagrin.) Grace awakens again. Again with the "I Hungry" battle. Mommy feels her forehead and realizes that sister actually means, "I have a fever and I am interpreting it as hunger." Tylenol saves the day (or night as it were).
4:00 (a.m. there are two four o'clocks as well, also to my chagrin.) Henry awakens, needing food and feeling chipper since he has been asleep for six blissful hours. We spend some QUALITY time from 4 to 5:30, at which point Mommy bestows Henry upon Daddy and goes to bed. Daddy holds Henry for five minutes, after which Henry of course falls peacefully asleep and Daddy comes back to bed.
8:30 Henry awakens and it is time to start another HAPPY DAY.
I hope you have a HAPPY DAY, too.