Quiet

This is one of my favorite times of the day – post-lunch with a cup of hot tea in front of me, Shay asleep and Logan playing and reading quietly in the other room. Not that I don't count time spent with my awake-and-lively children as "favorite times," but frankly when you've spent 5+ hours herding around a 3-year old and a 6-month old, an hour after lunch spent in the company of a cup of tea is a welcome respite indeed.

In a switcheroo here at the RL Castle, Logan is now sleeping through the night (I whisper in case the Sleep Gods hear and yank away this blessed turn of events while cackling with evil glee), and Shay is – well, not sleeping through much of anything at all. But she's doing much better sleep-wise than Logan did at her age. Yesterday I actually put her down in her Pack n'Play wide awake (her, not me), and she fell asleep on her own. First. Time. Ever. Of course, we tried it again last night and today and she refused a repeat performance, but it was heartening nonetheless.

Meanwhile she sleeps for about ½ an hour in the morning around nine, then again around 12:30 or so, but I try to get her back to sleep in the afternoon so we can keep her up until 7. Then both she and Logan go to sleep between 7-7:30, and after the flurry of activity that consitutes our evenings (bath, cooking and eating dinner, dishes, milk, diapers, PJs, teeth-brushing, stories, these projection-lullaby things that Logan is now fixated on, several rounds of songs) once they're both sleeping, Will and I sit on the sofa looking shell-shocked and thinking, "Wow, is this what quiet sounds like?"

Logan is on spring break from preschool this week, so we've actually been venturing out after the snowiest Madison winter on record, and we even made it out to the park yesterday. But now it's snowing again (8-10 inches expected), so we joined our new friends Kim and her daughters Lily and Iris in the apartment community room for a playgroup they host. Only one other mom and her son showed up, but it was nice to have company nonetheless. Tomorrow we have a birthday party for one of Logan's preschool classmates, so hopefully the roads will be plowed. Come on, Spring!