Dear, Chaim, Oscar and Walden (Early Mornings and Insomnia)

I guess it was Oscar that started it all. At 2:30 a.m., I heard my name "Mom" being cried out from down the hall. It took a while for me to shake the fog of sleep off and to realize that one of you were truly calling me and that this wasn't a dream. I hobbled out of bed and Oscar was at the edge of the bed eagerly awaiting me...Chaim, you were not very impressed with your brother's early morning outburst (which I totally can understand) as you laid there beside him with your hands over your ears and your eyes still closed. I plopped myself onto the foot of your bed, told Oscar to "tuck in", and we all tried again to get some sleep. I woke up a little while later, sore and stiff from trying to squish my huge pregnant self at the foot of your bed. By this time Brother #3 (Baby Walden) was wide awake and kicking up a storm. I waddled the both of us into the kitchen for an early morning snack of leftover wontons (which was a bad idea because I am still up with heartburn at 5:15 a.m.). After our snack we went downstairs where I worked on trying to get a better font for this new blog...Do you boys like it? Around 4:30 a.m., I heard the quick pitter patter of little feet. Chaim, this time it was you. You asked for a drink of milk with a treat, a movie and for me to make supper. But thankfully you settled on some milk and a trip to the potty. While on the potty you mentioned you wanted to watch a “metalocust” movie???? I have no idea what that is but apparently it has something to do with ninja turtles, a few other things and chocolate. Finally we were all back in your bed again. Too uncomfortable to even sleep (between my huge belly and Oscar giving me a few good kicks to the nose), I slipped out of your room as soon as I heard you breathing heavier. Well now it is almost 5:30 a.m. and knowing that you will probably be in my room in less than an hour, I am going to bed. Hope you're having sweet dreams,

Love Mom.