so, livie slept through the night, waking up once at 5am and falling back asleep until 8:30am monday morning.
"success" i thought with glee, trying to ignore my normally optimistic husband as he tried to bring me back to reality.
and then we brought lyla home.
i've now come to the conclusion that at 9 months, livie has figured out that when lyla is home and sleeping peacefully in the next room, i won't let her cry for very long before i come and check on her, which ends up resulting in me holding her, because who really wants a cranky, already cantankerous, two year old on their hands?
you do? you're crazy.
so. there you have it. my self diagnosed problem.
now i need a solution.
