Sunday, January 23, 2011
Goodnight, moon
So with the girls sharing a room, sometimes the bedtime routine gets a bit messed up. One girl will stay up later than she should, and keep the other one wide awake.
Sometimes they even yell at each other.
But most nights? Most nights they are a comfort to one another.
Recently we got a LED moon for Monkey. She takes it to bed, and the light is sufficient to make her feel safe, but not so bright as to wake up her little sister (who goes to bed before her, and needs the lights out). We love this moon. It's made nighttimes easier.
But the other night? For whatever reason, Jellybean just wouldn't got to sleep. I blame it on the excitement of having grandma in town. She was PSYCHED. And, consequently, was wide awake at 9:30pm. (monkey was sound asleep)
I walked into their room. She perked up, rolled over and said "hi mama!" I used the mom-voice and intoned "Jellybean?" (translation.....you are in trouble, dude). So, smart cookie that she is?
She said "ok mama, good night." Like - get outta here, I get it.
I think she fell asleep 30 minutes later. Total stinker.
Sometimes they even yell at each other.
But most nights? Most nights they are a comfort to one another.
Recently we got a LED moon for Monkey. She takes it to bed, and the light is sufficient to make her feel safe, but not so bright as to wake up her little sister (who goes to bed before her, and needs the lights out). We love this moon. It's made nighttimes easier.
But the other night? For whatever reason, Jellybean just wouldn't got to sleep. I blame it on the excitement of having grandma in town. She was PSYCHED. And, consequently, was wide awake at 9:30pm. (monkey was sound asleep)
I walked into their room. She perked up, rolled over and said "hi mama!" I used the mom-voice and intoned "Jellybean?" (translation.....you are in trouble, dude). So, smart cookie that she is?
She said "ok mama, good night." Like - get outta here, I get it.
I think she fell asleep 30 minutes later. Total stinker.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Christmas presents....
A dear friend asked me if the girls enjoyed Christmas (yes), and whether or not they got a favorite present.
So I thought about the BEST present they got. My answer? The girls got a toddler table (you know, short to the ground) and chairs just their size for the front room. M and I LOVE it because now they aren't fighting to be on the same, adult-sized chair at the desk that used to be in that room....said fighting led to some bumps and bruises. Toddlers falling off of chairs is bad. Being able to leave the room for a few minutes (to um, oh I don’t know, do something phenomenal like use the bathroom without needing to take everyone with me) is good!
But then, I thought about how the girls might have answered.
I bet that Monkey would tell us her favorite present is the safety light on a stick that "Santa" (aka Granddad) included as a stocking stuffer. It flashes! It can be annoyingly blinding to sisters and moms alike! You can whirl it on its string as a weapon!
And I bet that Jellybean would pick the talking book: she turns the pages, and Grandma and Andpa's voices narrate the pages! Loudly! Again and again and again and again and again!
It's all relative, right?
Post vacation blahs....
We were fortunate enough to spend time (on vacation in DC) with one set of grandparents over the recent holidays. Monkey and Jellybean LOVED it.
Unfortunately, they are now profoundly disappointed to realize that:
- they must now walk again like a commoner (versus a princess), as granddad isn't here to carry them around; and
- my pockets are NOT full of candy, like Nana’s are!
Bummer. Real life is soooo boring (to quote Monkey).
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