This post is about Oliver's territory, but let me paint you a picture of how Margot is doing in the twin bed/new room. The first night, right to sleep- no protests or demonstrations. I was like, hey are we the awesome parents with the perfect kids or what? The next day for nap, a little negotiation required. The second night, minimal fuss- not bad. Okay, the past two nights? Hell. Two nights ago we heard little feet scrambling (there arose such a clatter, very seasonally appropriate I guess). Andrew went up to lay down the law, ended up laying down in G's bed because she was upset about Marg. Homeboy fell asleep and an hour later came down to report Marg was still awake but seemed tired enough to stay in bed. Congratulations on being the most attentive parents in the world? Thank you. Plus I'm pretty sure that's the night she fell out of bed too. Yesterday I didn't even try to have her nap in the bed, I put her back in her crib. Perfect peace and quiet for 3 hours. That brings us screeching to last night. Baby girl seemed real tired (crabbier than a wet hen), so we thought she'd go right to sleep in that cozy little twin bed made for someone 5x bigger than her. Wrong. Again. Ten minutes after being tucked in- shuffling, clunking, more shuffling. I went up to her room where she had all the lights on (with the exception of the night light, which she had unplugged), and Georgi was sleeping like a hound dog. Put M in bed, sang 14 rounds of Silent Night, and tiptoed back downstairs while holding my breath. Ten minutes later this scene was repeated. I Silent Nighted her to sleep, but she was up before 7 this morning to get a jump on her over-tired five hour crying session that led right up to her nap. Sheesh. I'll give you one guess where angel baby will be dreaming of sugarplums tonight.
Back to Oliver...
|At the top of the stairs we have a pretty big landing (as far as landings go...not a gymnasium). We set up a twin bed we got off Craigslist last summer, packed as much of Olive's treasures in as possible, and now it's a bedroom.|
|Andrew painted the bed BM's Stampede. The quilt was my first quilting project I made for Andrew when I was in high school. Glad I married the guy and got it back. ;)|
|Thanks to the DNR and county fair, Oliver now stops aquatic hitchhikers. We don't have a boat.|