So, last night, Wesley woke up around 1 a.m. and didn’t go back to sleep until 6:15. That’s right, 6:15. I do not know why. I do not know if he’s going to do the same thing tonight. I do not know anything. Partly because my brain is fried from getting 1.5 hours of sleep.
I have to grade 23 papers tonight, minimum. Of course, this means that the kids’ Neediness Index is at an all-time high. In the past hour, the following things have happened:
* they have eaten four bananas between them and have fought over every one [although I keep pointing out there are plenty to go around];
* Mary has dumped a potty-full of urine on the floor [on purpose];
* I put Mary in time-out for this and she promptly announced, while I was cleaning up the pee, that she had pooped on the stairs;
* Wesley has pulled a book down on his own head, cried, and then tried to tear the pages out;
* Mary has insisted, weeping copiously until I complied, that I get a bowl for her to put blocks into, so that she can feed the blocks to her new imaginary dog, Ralph, who lives in the bathroom.
AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. That’s all I have to say about today.
Mary and Wesley are SHARING A ROOM on this trip! I am so stoked. I would love for them to share at home but this is the first success we’ve had with it. [The secret: both kids are in playpens for sleeping…so Mary can’t wallop Wesley or pile all of her shit into his crib while he’s trying to go to sleep.]
Anyway, they’re loving it and I can hear them playing, giggling, and generally being adorable for an hour every time they go down for a nap or bedtime. Mary got a haircut tonight [so did I–visiting Mom has some requisite benefits!] and I heard her over the monitor, saying, “Wesley! Look at my haircut! Look at Mary’s cute haircut!”
Other things heard over the monitor:
* dead silence from Wesley combined with Mary jabbering for 10 minutes, followed by Mary saying, “Shhh! Mary’s trying to go to sleep, Wesley!”
* “Look, it’s a birdie, Wesley! What does a birdie say?”
* Wesley laughing hysterically, punctuated by Mary saying, “Boo! Boo!” [I’m assuming peek-a-boo.]
* Mary singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and the Who song “Who Are You” while Wesley dances around, making his playpen creak.
Mary slept in her “big kid bed” (i.e. a crib mattress on the floor) last night! It was her first night out of the crib. I have loved having her in the crib so long–she was happy in there, contained, and safe (she didn’t seem inclined to try to get out). But Wesley is too big for his pack-and-play lifestyle (the bottom flexes when he crawls around it) and he needs the crib.
So, this week, Mary gets used to her big-kid bed. Next week…if all goes according to plan…we move Wesley into the crib (which means they share a room). Should be interesting.
So, we had a nice Easter; we went to Conor’s grandma’s house for dinner (after Mass) and spent the day chasing Mary away from other people’s candy. She ate So.Much.Candy. I thought she’d never sleep, but she also got no nap, so she crashed immediately when she was put in bed.
I think it is time to move Mary to a big-kid bed of some kind. My reasoning:
a) she is showing some potty training interest and will need to be able to get in and out;
b) Wesley is getting so heavy that the pack-n-play flexes when he hops or dances in it, so he needs the crib.
What we’re pondering is something sort of like Garfield’s box. She loves her crib and I think she’d be happier with a closed-in feeling. Now I just have to figure out how to make such an item, as I don’t think putting some pillows into a Costco box is really going to cut it.
Both of my kids are napping. At the same time. In their cribs. I am a parenting goddess!