Sweet Mary, Mother of God
It has been a little over a week now since we moved Mila to a "big girl bed." Life has not been the same. At least for me. We also had an 11 day "spring break" (and again I ask you, 4 year olds? Really? A break?), a chicken failure of massive proportions at the office (suffice it to say a major contractor flew the coop mid-project with no warning and we are just now recovering), a trip to the in-laws, several night-time wake ups, and a small neighborhood political melt-down involving me and some photography and oh how do I get myself caught up in this stuff anyway? In any case, I digress. Bedtime is now a nightmare. It takes two hours of cajoling, pleading, climbing stairs, bringing milk, chapstick, singing you are my sunshine, and finally just sitting in the chair until she goes to bed. Anna is so tired that today she couldn't even make it the 6 blocks from school to home without falling asleep. I don't know what to do to make them sleep better. We tried to put her back in the crib with a crib tent. Failed. We tried to convince her that it was so much fun to stay in her bed and talk with Anna over the dressers that we've got set up to separate them. She doesn't quite get it because even though she can sing three verses of Sunshine, she's only 24 months old and she still thinks peek-a-boo is cool. We've tried duct taping her to the mattress. (Ok, not really. I was just checking to see if you really still cared.) I dread bedtime. I've never loved the process of it and now I loathe it. It causes me great stress and now it takes twice as long. Awesome. More pics later.
