More singing

Tonight Tim worked late, so I was in charge of simultaneous bedtime. There is no doubt that rocking in a chair with two babies in your arms is the cutest, most wonderful thing that could happen.  But unless both children are already semi-unconscious, it isn't quite as easy as you might thing.

Imagine you are standing on a trampoline. Then someone next to you starts jumping and you must still continue to stand upright.
Add to that 2 15 lb. medicine balls that you have to hold.
...with one hand
...and two fragile, crystal, balls that you are holding with your other hand
...and then you have to read a book
...and turn the pages yourself
...and then the medicine ball pokes the crystal balls in the face
...and kicks you in the stomach.

So reading books while holding children, who are adorable, even in a rocking chair, is very, very hard.  I'm not going to even attempt to make an analogy about the effort required to get out of the chair and put big kid in the crib while not dropping little kid or waking either of them up. I'll just say it takes a serious amount of super powers.

Anyway, last night I was on the trampoline...wait, I mean, putting the boys to bed.  A wasn't very interested in books and D, well, he never really is yet. I turned off the lights and sang some lullabys while we rocked. I sang "Goodnight my Someone" and then sang "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes." I stopped singing and just rocked for awhile, thinking A would doze off pretty quickly.  Instead he made his cute high-pitched grunting noise (which he does instead of talking) and signed "more."

More singing.
So of course I obliged.  After I cried for a moment.