During the past couple of days our kids have– through absolutely no effort of our own– gotten into identical schedules. Which is quaint, but also redundant, as we feed/eat in pairs, clean up/change diapers, quell tired crying, then wait around while the kids wake up for their next meal. So today, we thougth we’d divide and conquer: I’d deliver the day’s milk to Will, give him his bottle feeds, and just generally hang out with him. The Wife would stay home to do a few things around the house with Ella, who’s been consistently eating every three hours, having brief and joyful periods of wakefulness, and following that with deep slumber.
Well, not so consistent, it would seem. The Boy would barely wake up for his meals, and The Girl didn’t sleep more than a few minutes at a time. One of us waited all day waiting for one kid to wake up, and the other waited all day for the other to sleep. Welcome to parenthood, I guess.