Last night was a humdinger, with both kids staying up watching TV until 11:00. Sophia finally started to drift off, but Elijah was going strong, playing on the floor with his big cardboard blocks, mostly setting them up and knocking them down. I saw my chance, so I swooped down and scooped Eli up. He instantly went from giggling and talking to the block to saying, "Help me, Sophia! Help me, Sophia!" over and over with his hands stretched out toward his sister, who was groggy and oblivious. I couldn't help laughing but tried to keep it to myself; if he heard me, he'd think it was still playtime. (By the way, Eli passed out as soon as his head hit the bed.)
"Help me, Sophia! Help me, Sophia!"