A few nights ago, Suzi woke up at 3:00 a.m. to eat. I nursed her until about 3:30 and tucked her back into bed. But she wasn't having it. She kept crying out every few minutes, so Chris put her on his chest and kept patting her butt, which would calm her for a few minutes, then she'd start wailing again.
At about 4:00 a.m., Izzy stomps into the bedroom and yells over Suzi's crying, "Would you just give her some boobie, or change her diaper, or SOMETHING??"