My poor baby! Little Miss was up crying and crying with a stream of tiny tears rolling down her chubby red cheeks late, late Friday night, and I couldn’t figure out why! Saturday night was a little better, but she still seemed off . . . of course, I thought this would be the weekend where we’d all catch up on sleep that was lost during the Great Transition to Beds of 2011 (GTB). I was wrong. One thing I have learned about our family is that when we do not get sleep, we get sick. Everyone minus Typhoid Mary Harry (Hatch), has a cold. So, I took Love to the doctor today while the rascals were at school to find out that she has her very first ear infection—and, in both ears. Anna wanted to be with her mama all day, so it was a wild one for us. I had scheduled for someone to help me each afternoon last week since I had anticipated chaos from the GTB, but today was my first day alone. The boys were wired from school, but they did well going down for naps, and AK went down, too, but woke early. She wants to be held, and be held upright (I am so thankful that I can still strap her to me and wear her around the house!). I just hate seeing her so sad and crying so much! I breaks my heart! So far, two of us ladies are on antibiotics. My prediction is that we’ll add at least one more little one to the ranks by the end of the week. Stink.
{This picture was taken last week. Oh, my love! Sorry it’s dark—cell phone camera is to blame!}
{This was taken on Flashback Friday. Those are my jammies from when I was a babe! ha ha!}
We always joke that it takes a minimum of 12 steps to do anything around here. Figuring out the new sleeping situation has taken at least that long! I was trying to get both boys to nap in the same bed, but after realizing William was scheming, I decided to jump straight to putting him in the pack and play each day. Several days, I’d leave their room and he would remind himself of the rule and say “No get out of bed, Mommy.” As soon as I would shut the door, he would say: “Hudsey! You come my bed? I come your bed? You come? Okay.” And then the thud of a 2 year old hopping down and the pitter patter of fat little fast feet across the floor! When I would walk in the room, they would bury their heads—if they can’t see me, then surely I can’t see them! Friday was our first day that naps went well. Friday night was okay, but Saturday and Sunday nights were even better. I, wrongly, always think that we need a system to get things to function well around here. No system can contain the desires of three tiny people! Regardless, we do have a new routine . . . which, I’m sure, will be ever changing, like everything else around in these parts! We do a dance of taking the toys out of their room for naps and at night so they are not tempted to play, and then we go back in their room before we go to bed to put the toys in (so they can entertain themselves for a bit in the morning). Tonight, when we went in their room, for the first time, we saw this . . . and it melted my heart:
I went to give Hudson a kiss and stood beside his bed for about 5 minutes trying to figure out where his head was . . . after patting the rear of his Brown Bear and smooshing his blankies, I realized he wasn’t there at all! Hatch looked at me like I was crazy when I said I was going to move Hudson—but, it was either move him or have him kick William in the head before rocketing himself onto the floor. It took all of my strength to move my sleeping Hudsey to his bed, and it took both Hatch and me about 27 minutes to find his lovely, which was conveniently buried under William’s blankies and locked between his knees. Rascals! I love that these boys love each other so much. Dear Lord, please bless these babies with deep friendship and love for one another . . . always.
And, with that, a Good night!