I'll never forget the day she was born. My Mother-in-law said to us that it would be perfect because, "Between my husband and myself, God gave us each two hands. Now we could hold the four of them together...one in each hand." That sounded great in theory, but God forgot to tell us how to get them all to fall asleep at the same time. We used to swear that the kids had designed a system where they would high-five each other throughout all hours of the night taking turns waking us up...sort of like a tag team. We wondered if they secretly plotted elaborate schedules and charts for each night of the week. Our oldest son would take the 1:00 am shift on down the line.
By the time we made it home last night, our little girl had actually fallen asleep. We quietly took them out of the car and put each of them in their beds. There were no "high-fives" last night, no tag teams. All four little ones stayed sound asleep throughout the night. When that happens, it's like a miracle. It never fails though, just when we get a taste of a night or two of solid sleep, I hear that sweet little voice call from down the hall saying, "Mommy, I can't sweep!" and then I wait quietly to listen for the sound of a high-five and a giggle.