Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tuesday evening was so much fun with G&D. Bob got home around 6, then we went outside for a couple of hours. The kids played together for that long of a time, beautifully. There was no pushing, hitting, biting or screaming. Bob and I were able to just sit there the entire time and watch them play. It was awesome. Then we went inside and it was dance party Keeler style. For an hour the four of us got our grooves on to Mary Had a Little Lamb, BINGO, etc. Good times I must admit.
It's nice because Denny is no longer going to bed at 7. He's staying up now until at least 8:30, so we have more time to spend with him in the evening. Plus, he's been sleeping in a bit longer in the mornings too.
Grace's bedtime is a different story. We need some serious advice, so if any of you Mama's out there have been through this, please let me know what you did. Any input would be greatly appreciated. We try to lay her down for bed, anywhere between 9-10. We can't just lay her in her bed and leave the room, because she gets up and comes right back out. We can go back and forth with that for ever, and she won't stay put. So Bob and I alternate nights, and we sit in her room with her until she falls asleep. This can take up to an hour. Last night, it took over 2 hours, and she was screaming bloody murder the whole time. She screams she wants to sleep with mommy & daddy, she screams she wants to eat, she screams anything and everything. When she does finally fall asleep, she ends up upstairs in our room in the middle of the night. This has been happening for so long now, and it's not good for any of us. Bob and I are at our wits end. The only thing we have not tried, and will probably resort to tonight, is putting her to bed and locking her door so she can't come out. I feel like that is so mean, and I hate to do that to her, but we are out of options. I know how it's going to go down, and I am dreading tonight so badly. Plus, I'm sure she'll be waking Denny up, and every other kid in the neighborhood, while she flips out for who knows how long.
And I thought the first year was going to be the hardest part of parenting.