Introductions.

I should start with the introduction of the stars of this blog. I will call them the Destruction Duo.

Popper. Popper is my oldest and almost 4 years old. This child is the most energetic ball of fire I have ever seen. He runs, jumps, yells and choo choo's 23 hours a day. That 1 missing hour is spent eating us out of house and home. With sandy brown hair and huge grey eyes, he is the picture of innocence, don't let that fool you. Underneath that adorable exterior his gears are turning trying to think up his latest escapade. He is the ring leader of the Destruction Duo.

Poppit. Poppit was born almost 2 weeks ago and a member of the DD in training. So far he has managed get me up at 6am every morning bright eyed and bushy tailed. I had him naturally and you could tell from the moment he was born that he is going to be trouble. Between Popper and Poppit I think my days of peace and quiet are gone. Not that I mind of course.

Last night I noticed it was quiet. Too quiet. I sent my husband, Pop, into the bathroom to see what Popper was up to. Going potty shouldn't take that long. Pop was in there for maybe 30 seconds when he called my name and said I needed to come into the bathroom pronto. I rush in there of course expecting tragedy. Nope, not tragedy. More like a little boy covered in shaving cream using his spongebob "razor" to shave his face. Thank goodness it's just plastic and has no blade. Meanwhile Poppit was sleeping happily in the pack 'n' play....for now.

I woke up at 11:30pm. It only took me a few seconds to realize Poppit was crying. My turn. But I was not going down alone. Prodding Pop I asked for a bottle. He got up like some sort of zombie from the grave and went downstairs to make one. Meanwhile Poppit's cries were getting more and more angry, and go figure this, as soon as Pop came back up with the bottle Poppit stopped crying and nuzzled against me fast asleep. So much for the bottle. And so much for sleep. It didn't end there. 10 minutes later he was awake again howling. I got up once more and picked him up and managed to get him to take the bottle. By this point I was starting to feel foggy. Not Poppit. It was like he sensed my tiredness. By midnight I was so tired I was having day dreams of sleep and my soft fluffy pillow and blankets. Pop was fast asleep. If looks could kill. How does anyone sleep through that screaming?

12:40am. Please, someone, anyone, help me. Pop wakes up occasionally, mainly when I start to get ugly and say "I am so not doing this alone! WAKE UP!". Suddenly I realize that we are not alone. Popper has come into the room and is fast asleep on the floor. What is it about that kid and sleeping on the floor??? So now not only do I have an angry baby on my hands, but my oldest is camped out on the floor next to the bed creating somewhat of a dilemma. How to make sure he doesn't wake up, but also comfort Poppit? I came up with the perfect cure. BINKIE!!!! One problem. Poppit HATES the binkie. He'll suck on it then spit it out and scream for it again. by 1am he is finally asleep. And so am I.

2:30am, Poppit is awake again, not wanting a bottle, just needing to cry. All I can do is hold and rock him while Pop relieves me by pacing with Poppit stepping over Popper.

5am...I give up.