Got in last night from Chicago where I attended a great conference. Charlie seems huge and I would know because I thought it would be a great idea to wake him when I got in at 10 pm. Silly mommy. He finally stopped crying around 11:45 pm and Max woke up at 5 am declaring that he was no longer tired and could he please have his light turned on and be provided a book. Um... really? Could I be anymore tired?
This afternoon our new nanny (who I love) took Charlie to his first solo music class while Max was in school. When she asked if she could make playdates with the other children, it took me time to process the fact that Charlie might like to have some friends of his own.
Poor second child with mad rhythm.
