JUIFF??!!

As Sarah said recently, our two boys would sell their souls for a sippy-cup of watered-down grape juice. Jamie has long been a juice drinker and will still proclaim imperiously in the morning "Where's my juice?!"

Connor, however, is even more obsessed than his brother. In the first place, of course, he primarily wants Jamie's juice. Once he's got a hold of it, he will absolutely go to the mattresses if you try and take it from him and give him his own. Not good enough. But the desire for juice, which, when he has a pacifier in his mouth comes out "JUIFF?!!" (both a question and a command), has become something of an obstacle to all of our ability to sleep. It is often the first word out of his mouth when he wakes up at whatever hour of the night or morning he wakes up, be it 2:00, 4:00 or 5:30. This morning he got me up a little after six, so we came downstairs and I got him some juice. He plowed through two sippy cups worth and then clambered onto my chest and went back to sleep for an hour.