A Wonderful night with a side of sarcasm

I was just saying last night to Jason, "This week has been so great. They have been sleeping straight through all night". Just as I said that I searched for some wood to knock on knowing somewhere they were listening to me and planning to prove me wrong.
They went to bed at 6:45 (cranky last night) and they both cried going to bed. I waited 5 min and Celia fell asleep but Nicholas was still fussing and since I wasn't sure they were feeling real well; I think they were fighting the virus from their flu shot, I went in and rocked him to sleep. Thinking our bedtime troubles were over Jason and I enjoyed spaghetti and garlic bread and watched TV. At 10:15 PM we headed to bed. Just at that time Nicholas woke up and started crying. I went in to console him and after rocking him for a couple minutes, Celia started crying. So I put him down and then picked up Celia and rocked her in the rocking chair in the dark livingroom. She fell asleep again and I put her into bed. Ok, so they are now sleeping.
I hop into bed. 20 minutes later I hear scratching. The cats ears are perked and I am thinking, "hmmm, that seems to be coming from the babies' room." So I tiptoe into their room (it is now about 11:00 pm) and see Nicholas SITTING up in his crib (this is the first time) scratching the wall through his crib slats. His back is to me so he doesnt know I am there. I am snickering quietly and then I see him tip headfirst into the crib slats and hit his head. So before he even knows what happened I scoop him up and feeling bad for him decide to bring him to bed with me.
So now I am laying down with a squirming 9 month old. I am realizing the days of being still and cuddling seem to be long gone. He is practing his alligator-death-roll next to me as he tries to flip to his stomach to practice crawling. I hold him down and can't help but smile at his goofy grin behind his pacifier. I get him to lay on his back and then he seems to quiet down. Jason is snoring next to me oblivious to our nighttime guest. I look back at Nicholas in time to see him pull out his pacifier so he can babble clearly through the nighttime silence. "la la la la" I plop it back in his mouth. He settles down again. Shortly after I see him lift his two chubby hands into the air and begin clapping. At this point I start laughing because it is 11:30 pm and this child is clapping in our bed. While he is clapping Celia starts crying in their room. Since I am not sure she feels well, I send Jason to bring her to me and ask him to sleep in the guest room.
Jason brings me Celia and I snuggle them on either side of me. I am now holding two squirming babies down. I am realizing I may need to stay awake all night because I think they will get up and crawl off the bed. I can't count on them being still anymore. And I dont want to wake up to a crying baby on the floor. Celia starts grabbing the lace trim on my tank-top, kicking her feet while also babbling "ahhhhhhhhhh" . On my left, Nicholas is still clapping.
Once I realize neither of them are sick, and actually in quite good moods, I admit they need to go back to their own beds. So I walk them in their room, lay them down, turn on their lullaby music and walk out to Nicholas resuming his clapping.
By now it is almost midnight. Luckily I wasnt too tired last night and found a lot of humor in their bedtime antics. You would think they would be sleepy this morning after such a sporatic night of sleep, but they are full of energy. :)