Mads has been teething AGAIN. As a result, Mads has been waking every morning around 4 a.m. asking me for "cold banana. Half." Just to be clear.
So I carry her downstairs - down two flights in what feels like the middle of the night - and pull a frozen banana out of the freezer. We sit downstairs, in the dark. Mads cuddles close. Eats her banana over the course of the next half hour and then asks for juice. So I give her juice, and we tip-toe back upstairs. And she falls asleep just as the sun rises. Just in time for Chase to wake up - and wake her back up. And then poor dear is crabby for the rest of the day. And so am I.