I'm tell you this, so that you understand why we were celebrating on a Tuesday. Tuesday evening we had a sitter and spent the time with our friends toasting and celebrating the new Doctor among us. Since we are on a similar journey, it's easy to understand the excitement and need to party when the journey is finally over.
So, we celebrated. Neither of us had to drive home, so we felt free to enjoy some drinks. The next morning, of course, our kids had no sympathy. They were up at their usual time - M even earlier then usual.
At first, M was fairly happy to play on her own while we lay in bed, pulling all the kids books off the shelf and scattering toys. However, she soon wanted breakfast - and was able to provide herself with it by pushing a chair to the shelf and retrieving some graham crackers. In my half asleep state, it took a good ten minutes to understand what the crumpling and "mmm-ing" was about.
So, I gave her a real breakfast of cereal and yogurt. By this time, G was up too, so the two of them sat and ate breakfast together while Paul and I got a bit more rest. Both of them are able to get out of their booster seats, so when I heard G playing, I assumed M was done as well.
Awhile later, I came out to find this:
|Mom, we're out of yogurt.|
G, who often comes to me saying "M is doing something bad!" when M is doing something as small as holding a pen, was completely ignorant of the reign of yogurt-destruction that was happening 4 feet away from her.
Parents, don't sleep while your child is awake. This is a stupid, stupid thing to do.