Things went pretty well. We watched a movie and even played with the dogs outside for a bit. At 8 o'clock things got tricky. Smith was ready for his usual evening 2 hour marathon feeding. I had to drag Trey back inside and into the bath, then I had to drag him kicking and screaming out of the bath. Then I gave him a big glass of sour milk, oops! Then we read books while I was holding Smith. Big mistake. Trey kept poking him in the eye and pulling on his feet. So we said prayers and put Trey to bed while Smith cried in the other room (at least he was safe).
I finally got Smith to bed at 10:30. Luckily he slept soundly until 5am. However, thanks to the sour milk Trey did not. Hopefully tonight will go better.




