A time of peace. Ryan plays in the exersaucer and Dani resists sleep, calling out from the bedroom with a myriad of imagined difficulties. Untying a knot in a doll's dress, a request for a sippy cup refilled, a complaint that that same cup now is leaking (it isn't). It'll be a constant parade until she suddenly slips into the dreamlands, despite her best efforts.
Children are always so certain they'll miss something by being asleep. I suppose, in a way, they are right. But the world *will* still be there when they awaken in the morning, waiting for innocent minds to play.
Y'know, Tivo is useless when you forget to fast-forward through the commercials. I mean watching *taped* commercials. How pitiful. *sighs*
Okay, so we're Tivo addicts. With two kids, its the only way we get to peacefully watch the shows we enjoy. After all, they never are actually in bed and asleep by 8pm. This way we can watch it whenever. And I've got something random to watch when I'm up at all hours with the baby. It works, anyway. In a strange way, makes us less of slaves to the TV. Which works for me.