The best part of waking up….

We are on vacation right now, enjoying sunny Lake Tahoe for my mom’s 60th birthday celebration.   And all in all, we are having a lovely time of it.  Swimming, eating and drinking well, bonfires, hikes, and screaming Swedish children.  My younger brother procreated early and often and now is the proud parent of 3 amazing little people, Ruth (6), Nils/Neezy (3), and Betty (1).  Man are they loud.

Ruth was the best at the Vuvuzela competition at Mom's b-day party - partially because she was sober, and partially because she is used to making a shit-load of noise

My folks place in Tahoe is great for entertaining, intimate meals, and reveling in each others company – conversely it sucks if you don’t want to hear screaming kids who are dealing with a major time change (Sweden to America) at 6 am.

This has caused a little bit of stress on my relationship with Maggie as I have gotten pretty good at sleeping through screaming in the past 2 months of our parenthood – and she alas (biologically) is incapable of sleeping through that.  This all came to a head yesterday when I told my brother Goob that he needed to find a way to shut the kids up until at least 7 am.  He was a little defensive, but understood where we were coming from, and agreed to try even harder to keep them quite-ish until 7.

This morning he was completely successful, which was quite a feat.  Our little one has been sleeping soundly since we got here (8-9 hour stretch in the night), which is wild and has resulted in quite a lot of gloating on my part.  Of course this morning, when the Swedes were perfectly quite little angels, Andie chose to start screaming about about 6.  Mags, who hasn’t been sleeping very well at all pleasantly woke me up with the thrusting of our screaming child and the order to handle it.  At that point, not only was I worried about soothing my offspring, but  mostly, how was I going to be able to prance around on my high baby-sleeping horse!

I plopped Andie onto my chest to bounce her a little bit – in the hopes that this would get a burp out, or at the very least distract her.  Not only did a large burp come out, but with it came the most prodigous  throw-up she’s ever had.  What a nice way to wake up… with regurgutated mother’s milk all over me!  At least she quited down after that (until the Swedes started screaming at 7:01 am).

Mom was surprised-ish for her surprised 60th birthday party, and it was great fun

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