YOU will NOT be Winning THIS War...Oh Child of Mine!
At 2:00 a.m. last night, as I listened to Emersyn climb the stairs to our bedroom, I knew that the toddler bed was not going to hold her attention as the bars of the crib had. Slowly her hand dragged against the walls until she reached the bedroom door and *BAM*, bedroom door open, she was in our room. At that moment a parent has two options, to allow said child to sleep in bed with them, stopping the prowling child in her footsteps, OR, attempt to put her back to bed.
We chose back to bed.
This back to bed escapade continued for the next hour of Jim and I taking turns walking her back to bed, sitting with her, holding her, telling her a story, and all the while keeping ourselves from strangling the precious little angel. And then began Plan B which entailed both of us sitting in the family room versus waiting for her to climb the steps and having to come back down again, (she is now occupying the dinning room as her bedroom). Then I thought of Super Nanny with her military-like precision and coldness of walking the child back to bed, and walking out....over and over until the kid tires, learns there is nothing fun or romantic about being awake and gives up, thus Plan C
So I tell Jim Plan C. He insists that I go back to bed and after an hour of now sitting with him and eating a banana, I go back to bed at 4:20 a.m.
3 total hours later, Jim is back in bed and Emersyn has finally given up.
Now today is day three of the non-bar toddler bed and thus day three of not keeping her in bed for a nap. So I remembered my friend and how she put up gates to, at the very least, keep the little angels in their bedroom. As Emersyn got up from her nap and began the climb upstairs, I remembered where I had my gate stored. I grabbed the gate, tucked her crying, hysterical self back in bed and implemented Plan D, the "locked-in--your-room-and-do-what-you-want-in-there-cause-you're-not-getting-out" plan.
So far I like Plan D the very best.
She has now been in her room and quiet for about 15 minutes and I am just praying that she is not eating a crayon. Ok, she can eat the crayon, but I don't want her to start crying. I want her little angelic butt to realize that I have the power and I am not giving up on THIS one.
She's exhausted, who's she kidding, she was up like a mad woman from 2-5 a.m. last night?! She is a walking zombie, just like her dad and I are!
Jim is at the movies with Cody. Skylar is at the movies with a friend and I am having a showdown with a 2 year old. But as long as I win, that is all I care about. This kid is gonna know who's boss if it takes two gates.
Oh, that an another doughnut. I need my fuel ya know. Two year olds are tough these days! Ya gotta keep up your energy to defeat them! Doughnuts and a couple of gates and I got this thing covered. Don't mess with me, I need a nap.
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We chose back to bed.
This back to bed escapade continued for the next hour of Jim and I taking turns walking her back to bed, sitting with her, holding her, telling her a story, and all the while keeping ourselves from strangling the precious little angel. And then began Plan B which entailed both of us sitting in the family room versus waiting for her to climb the steps and having to come back down again, (she is now occupying the dinning room as her bedroom). Then I thought of Super Nanny with her military-like precision and coldness of walking the child back to bed, and walking out....over and over until the kid tires, learns there is nothing fun or romantic about being awake and gives up, thus Plan C
So I tell Jim Plan C. He insists that I go back to bed and after an hour of now sitting with him and eating a banana, I go back to bed at 4:20 a.m.
3 total hours later, Jim is back in bed and Emersyn has finally given up.
Now today is day three of the non-bar toddler bed and thus day three of not keeping her in bed for a nap. So I remembered my friend and how she put up gates to, at the very least, keep the little angels in their bedroom. As Emersyn got up from her nap and began the climb upstairs, I remembered where I had my gate stored. I grabbed the gate, tucked her crying, hysterical self back in bed and implemented Plan D, the "locked-in--your-room-and-do-what-you-want-in-there-cause-you're-not-getting-out" plan.
So far I like Plan D the very best.
She has now been in her room and quiet for about 15 minutes and I am just praying that she is not eating a crayon. Ok, she can eat the crayon, but I don't want her to start crying. I want her little angelic butt to realize that I have the power and I am not giving up on THIS one.
She's exhausted, who's she kidding, she was up like a mad woman from 2-5 a.m. last night?! She is a walking zombie, just like her dad and I are!
Jim is at the movies with Cody. Skylar is at the movies with a friend and I am having a showdown with a 2 year old. But as long as I win, that is all I care about. This kid is gonna know who's boss if it takes two gates.
Oh, that an another doughnut. I need my fuel ya know. Two year olds are tough these days! Ya gotta keep up your energy to defeat them! Doughnuts and a couple of gates and I got this thing covered. Don't mess with me, I need a nap.
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