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Pretty Close To Being Screwed....


See those sweet innocent faces? Cute huh? Yeah, those sweet little boy's are going to be big trouble pretty soon.
The Dudes will be 2 on Sept. 2. They are growing up by leaps and bounds. They are saying little sentences and understanding everything. They like to help me around the house and doing dishes and vacuuming have become very exciting events around here. I like all these new changes and these big boys that have suddenly occupied my house. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel that was pretty dark for a while. I was sure I was going to have helpless little babies forever.
It took the Dudes a VERY LONG time to sleep all night. Mr. Mayer and I were delirious for a VERY LONG time before we started getting more than 2 or 3 hours at a time. Then miraculously overnight they stopped waking up at 11, 2 and 4am to party. We started sleeping and the whole world started looking a little better. Even now though they may sleep all night, going to sleep is a different issue. It's always the same at naps and bedtimes. We put the Dudes in their cribs and shut the door. The Dudes then start squealing and playing for 30minutes to 2 hours. Every. single. time. It's a pretty rare occurrence they go straight to sleep. They have to be extremely worn out. It doesn't happen often. So this has become our normal nightly routine. We put them to bed. They play for a while and then go to sleep. They are happy and not crying so I let them.
Here's where the me getting screwed part comes in. This is not a dirty blog post! Get your minds out of the gutter people! We have the cribs lowered as low as they can go. This worked for a while. Neither Dude had an interest in escaping. This last month Shrek has been hiking his chubby little leg on to the top rail of his crib. Donkey has watched this and started doing the same. Monkey see. Monkey do. Then the last week or two Shrek has been hiking his chubby edible little leg on the top rail AND lifting his little body with his arms. YIKES! No. No. No. Stop! Then this morning happened. I cringe thinking about it. I get the Dudes breakfast ready and set it out. I walk back to their bedroom to get them up like always. I can hear them squealing and chit chatting amongst themselves. I swing the door open and that's when I see it. Shrek is straddling the top rail of his crib. Just hanging out talking with his brother. He smiles at me proudly when I walk in. He thinks he's hot stuff. Donkey starts pointing at him and jabbering. Yeah. I know. He's so cool to be sitting on the top rail. Whatever. You will be doing it next week. *Sigh* I am not ready for the Dudes to be uncaged. The thought of them going to real beds terrifies me. Diva went to a real bed 1 month after she turned 2 by complete accident. She took a nap in a bed at my parent's house. That was all she wrote. Diva had always been an excellent sleeper and always slept late in the mornings....until she went to a bed. Then she started getting up at 5 and 5:30 in the morning. We have slowly stretched that out to 6:30. Except this week while she is at Aunt Kathy's house who says she hasn't gotten up before 8:30 every morning. What the heck?! I'm sure she must be drugging her or something. Oh, sorry. I'm getting off track. So, needless to say I am terrified of the Dudes going to beds. It takes them so long to go to sleep and they play so long in their room after lights out that I am 100% convinced that we will never sleep again. I know this is selfish thinking, but I do much better with a little sleep. I am convinced that they will not stay in their beds and that they will be up and down for hours. Unfortunately I do not know what to do about this revolting development. I think I may have to put them in beds against my will for their own safety. I certainly don't want broken bones or the guilt I would feel about that. Ugh. My original plan was to keep them in cribs until high school and to never potty train. Donkey is probably going to make me potty train him in the near future. He's starting to grab his diaper and try to take it off when he's wet or poopy. These kids are not sticking with my plan. I'm screwed.

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  1. go get two tent things {for lack of better words...err....can't think of what they are called} STAT! no.way.no.how. will i be putting my two turds in beds anytime soon! they do the same exact thing at both nappy time and bedtime as you described. cribs = party time. and they wake anywhere in the 7 o'clock hour. but are happy until i go in at 8. safety is important, i agree. but sleep for mommy is JUST as important. that's why the tent thing is a win win for all. in my book.

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