So I just finished lowering the mattress in Sean's crib. I know what you're thinking, I should of done this months ago because one night I'll stroll in to his room and finding him standing up in his crib moments away from proving the size of his 'kahunas' by throwing himself over the edge of the crib rail and yeah I'd get there in time to save him but the damage will have already have been done and I'll be so paranoid that I'll tuck him into bed with us and that will suck cause he's a bed hog!
Dude, you totally think in some SERIOUS run on sentences.
Anyways it's funny that you would think that because that is EXACTLY how my night went. Weird.
At first it was all sweet snuggles like when he was a little baby, but it quickly turned into me teetering on the very edge of the bed by one butt cheek. So you know, that was a good night sleep.
So then around 6:30 the little bugger wakes up and I frantically do whatever it takes to get him back to sleep, because at 7 Kevin gets up for work and then I can sneak onto his side of the bed.
Enter Sawyer. Literally.
He claims he had a nightmare. Fine.
Kevin graciously gets out of bed early so that we'll all fit. Fine.
I get all snuggled up under the covers FINALLY. Way more then fine.
Sawyer says 'Aww Sean sleeping' and POKES him awake?? Not fine, kid! NOT FINE.
Long story short, if you're looking for me, I'll be the one with the bags under her eyes desperately trying to force my kids to nap. Wish me luck!
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