Past, past, past

It's just about 3 hours past C&D's bedtime. That's 9:30pm to you civilians.

It's dark except for the light of the laptop. Carmen is in the bed on her back. She is flapping her arms, stomping her feet like a Fire on the Mountain clogger, and singing, gurgling, and blowing raspberries. (David is asleep in the other bed; thanks, kiddo.) So I am here, deciding that after swinging, rocking, going potty, swinging, rocking, and swinging some more, she can just roll around on the bed to her heart's content and hopefully get whatever's making her antsy out of her system (I wonder if it was the chocolate I ate today?). And I'm trying very hard to keep a straight face. I need a nap, a snack, and I really need to pee, but I also need to laugh. I will in the morning. This girl is crazy.

Yesterday I walked with her up and down the street for an hour. I tied her up in the mei tai, pulled out the phone, and just hoped I would bore her to sleep. For about 20 minutes of that hour she released her energy by singing "Aaaaaaaaah. Aaa-aaaa-aaa-aaaaaa-aaah!" so that the whole street could hear. When the neighbors drove by they were careful not to honk like they usually do; I must have looked like a mama on a mission. After she sang herself to sleep I walked for 20 more minutes to make sure the sleep stuck. It did. For a couple hours, anyway. Did I tell you this girl is crazy?

Hard to admit that she has two bottom teeth now; the second appeared over the weekend. I guess they're growing up, after all.

In other news, David thinks peek-a-boo behind the corner is ab-so-lutely hilarious. Can't wait to play hide-and-go-seek.

She stopped flapping, but she's still talking, and she's 180 degrees opposite of where she was before. Maybe I should try again.