Saturday night P woke up at 2am and was up until 4:30am, when I finally convinced her that sleeping would be way more fun than screaming at the top of her lungs for 2.5 hours.
Last night I woke up at 4am to the sound of my cat puking on my bed... and then down the hall, down the steps, on our new living room rug, and all the way from our front door back to the kitchen. He's just lucky he didn't wake the baby.
I'm just praying I don't get to see 4am again tonight.