Last night Tuey and I turned in early and left Marmot Dad to deal with the fallout of the girls at night. He roped them in by putting two blankets down on the quiet room floor in front of the Christmas tree (which we had just finished decorating). Each girl was told to stay on her respective blanket. Then he put on some Christmas music and turned on the lights of the tree and told them to look and be silent (which of course they were not, but a man has to dream). After a while, though, apparently E told him, "Daddy, I really do feel the special love of Christmas now."
M spent the day yesterday wearing E's purple long underwear all day long. It makes her look pleasingly marmot-like. For about twenty minutes in the morning she sat on the floor and sang into a metal trash can so her voice would echo.
Tuey, the Goodest Little Baby in Town, slept all night last night (a first). He woke up at 6 a.m., had a little snack, pinched my nose for a while, and then went back to sleep until 7. What a kid.
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