My daughter is turning into quite the late night comic. For some reason, she has started off the New Year by waking up between 11 pm and midnight. She screams and hollers until I go get her. I always have the intention of bringing her to bed with us, getting her to sleep, and putting her back in her own bed.
Yeah, she doesn’t have that same intention. I gave you a preview of one of these evenings in my Manic Monday post. Georgia's performance has intensified night after night. She continues to recite her favorite Dora episodes in amazing clarity for a 2-year-old. Then she begins discussing the picture of the "castle" (lighthouse) hanging above our bed. After that, she pokes me in the nose for a little while, plays with my fingers, twirls my wedding ring around a few times, then tries to escape.
We have come to call this nightly ritual “The Georgia Show” or “Late Night With Georgia.” Last night, we had the TV on Conan in the bedroom when Georgia made her appearance. She wanted to know the name of every single person on the TV. Then it occurred to me that when I am discussing Conan O’Brien at midnight with my 2-year-old, something is wrong.
I put her back to bed, and then could NOT get back to sleep. This morning, I was so exhausted when I got up that I immediately decided to make myself a double espresso. I thought I could get in a nice relaxing coffee before the kids woke up.
Unfortunately when I steam milk, my espresso machine sounds like Donald Sutherland at the end of Invasion of the Body Snatchers:
EXACTLY like that!
And it woke both the kids up. Crap.