Thanks to the alarm clock! Brandon came running in at 652am and said, “I came in right away!” Then he went over to Dave’s side of the bed and said, “You so proud?” Then he said, “I’m 3yearold (it’s one word to him) already!” (I say it a lot to him since I still can’t believe he’s 3!)
Peyton went to sleep at 1115pm, and I didn’t hear from Brandon after 815pm. I hope this continues when I go back to work. Poor Peyton, though, she was awake since probably around 6, I vaguely heard something. She just grunts, sucks on her hand, and plays in the crib. I know she must be starving. Even with Brandon now, one of the first things he asks for is breakfast.