In case you hadn't already figured it out, Alexis had a REALLY fun time in New York City. She is a self-proclaimed city girl who thrives on bright lights and crowds and late-night shopping, so basically she was born to exist in Time Square.
Which, it's interesting how Times Square doesn't make her twitch like it does me. I don't get particularly anxious in crowds, but if I can cut over a block and avoid a big mass of people? I'm doing it.
Not Alexis, though. She wants to be in the center of the chaos.
I'm not entirely sure how I ended up with an extrovert, but there it is. Oh, and here it is.
I mean, seriously. If you ask anybody who was at the McDonald's party, I'm sure they could tell you that the little kid with brown curly hair had ALL OF THE FUN.
Meanwhile, Little Miss Mila stayed in Pittsburgh. For the very first time in her life, I wasn't at her beck and call all night long. Now, if you ask the husband, she has slept through the night nearly her entire life. Mind you, asking the husband is asking someone who can sleep through a marching band playing Uptown Funk while jumping on the bed. He doesn't do nights. Period.
The first night Mila performed exactly as I cruelly wanted her to perform. Which is to say, she was TERRIBLE. She was up every few hours and pissed off that she was up, but really that's nothing new. She does that at least once per week. When it happens on my watch, she and I end up on the living room couch or in the guest room until she simmers down.
The husband is absolutely certain that the first night they were home alone, Mila had the worst night of her life. He's very wrong, but it's cool that she shared some of the love with him.
But then the next night, she was nice. She woke up once, but went back to sleep fairly easily.
The last night, she slept through the night.
SHE HATES ME. THAT IS THE PROOF.
The child only rarely sleeps through the night. It's terribly unfair that she used one of those special events on a night when I didn't gain from it. But then again, I did spend that night all alone in a hotel bed. Alexis and I had two full-size beds, so I kicked her over to her own. So, all night. No touching. No talking. No poking. No kicking. NOTHING.
It was glorious.
But I'm still annoyed that Mila gave the husband a sleep through the night sort of experience. She hasn't done it a single time since we returned, so it's just not fair.
Not fair at all.