Sometimes it takes a little Queen to put two princessess to bed

The last few weeks (pretty much since the festival season has started) Gina has fallen into a pattern of getting up to feed the girls around the midnight hour. The problem with this is that this doesn't then replace the 3 am feeding - it's in addition to. So now Gina is getting up twice a night for feeding, and I can assure you she was not happy about the arraignment. So last night, as she stormed toward their room muttering full force we decided instead to stop this madness cold turkey. I know, we've tried this before, and I wish we could say that this time we had more resolve to see it through but we've been pretty determined in the past too. Sometimes I feel like we're the children and we're throwing tantrums, stomping our feet with arms crossed screaming "noooooooooooo!" So we went for about 50 minutes, trying frozen binkies and repositioning. Finally, in desperation I suggested playing some music. We bought this CD player for them and we got all these great CDs - Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, even some Green Day and Queen that have been turned into lullabies with harps and xylophones. And as the Bohemian Rhapsody melodically floated over the early morning air the screaming slowly subsided. Another One Bites the Dust ironically took us into sleep and Under Pressure put the final touches on, sealing the deal. We crept back into bed, feeling both proud and dismayed. Pride in accomplishment, dismay that we didn't come to their rescue. Sometimes doing the best thing doesn't always feel the best.