Being contrary

At breakfast the other morning, Evan was disagreeing with everything we said. I said to him, "Why are you being so contrary?" To which he replied, "I'm not being contrary!"
Chad and I dissolved into giggles. Then we got ourselves composed and had a vocabulary lesson with the kids about what contrary means.

Goodbye, dear sleep

I like my sleep. I like my sleep a lot.

I like that the kids usually, for the most part, sleep all night now.

Unless someone's sick.

Or someone has a bad dream.

Or there are loud booms.

If there are loud booms, Laura is awake and quaking in my arms.

Don't get me wrong - I love the snuggles.

But I really like my sleep.

And it doesn't look like I'll be getting much of it the next few nights...