Early Birds and Night Owls

The moment the sun slips behind the islands Marguerite grabs her stuffed animal de jour, stands at the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs and declares "night night G, night night Daddy, more nurse Mama."  The two of us snuggle on the upstairs couch, read books, practice new words, exercise patience and finally she settles down under her fuzzy pink monkey blanket.

After Marguerite settled in for the night Genevieve and I had a spontaneous piggy back walk around town and bubble blowing party on the porch to enjoy the last of the sunset:

 
Having a night owl and an early bird certainly carves into my opportunity to get a healthy amount of sleep.  On the upside, my day is bookended with alone time with each daughter, and that is worth a bucket of zzzz's for sure.