G & Z must have known I was creeping in there and peeking at them. And they must have liked it an awful lot. Once I decided to go to bed, they decided that I needed to keep coming in and seeing them. 4 times each between 11:30pm and 1:30am to be precise. Yes, eight trips out of bed. Eight trips for a pacifier. A blanket. To move them and comfort their bumped head. Just so they could see me. And G he wanted to play. Every time he saw me walk into the room he was all smiles. All coos and giggles.
Seeing them in the middle of the night is definitely different than staring at them in the middle of the night.