Recently the kids got new twin beds. I am hoping that this will be the push that we all need so that I can get my bed back. Although I do love anticipating when the next foot to my rib will come from or hand in my face in the middle of the night. And I will definitely miss Carson waking up from a sound sleep saying, "Mommy?" and me answering sleepily "Yeah Carso?" ...and then 5 seconds later, "Mommy, I love you." How many people get to be told at 3 in the morning that they are loved? But it's time. Last year I declared it the year of no diapers and this year I will declare it the year I take my bed back. Potty training seems a lot easier than sleep training these 2 again.
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Oh dear! |
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Oh double dear! |
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The first night they stayed in there from 9pm -3am. Kate woke up twice crying so I walked her back to bed. I guess she got wise that everytime she cried I would put her back to bed so she snuck into my bed in the middle of the night. I woke up and she was right there. Dang it! or as Carson would say "Bang it!" |
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