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It Happened

It happened. I mentioned a few weeks ago here that the Dudes were nano seconds away from climbing out of their cribs. Then tonight happened. Grrr....
It has been a crazy busy day. I am exhausted. Olivia had her last swim lesson tonight. Mr. Mayer comes home late on Thursdays. Last week KiKi came over and watched the Dudes while I took Olivia to swim. Tonight Nana Karen and Papa Brad came over and hung out with the Dudes while Olivia and I went to swim. When we got home Mr. Mayer was home. He, Nana Karen, Papa Brad and I were all sitting in the living room with Olivia. The Dudes were in bed. We could hear Carter crying and the boys jabbering with each other off and on. Then we hear the drawer to the changing table shut.
Wait.What?! Say again!
Yeah. The drawer to the changing table. Mmmmhmmmm. You read that right. I immediately knew what the sound was. I gave Mr. Mayer a look of terror just as it was registering with him what that sound was. His eyes were as big around as mine. I sent him in to investigate. I wasn't ready to see what I knew was in there. Mr. Mayer goes back and I hear "Carter! What are you doing." Then a sweet little "Hi."
Carter had climbed out of his crib. He had taken things out of drawers and scattered around the room and was having a great time. Owen was standing in his crib watching everything take place. Mr. Mayer put Carter back in his bed and walked back into the living room with a big grin to tell me what happened.
Why was Mr. Mayer grinning?
You see. Mr. Mayer and I have been having a back and forth discussion for weeks now. He wants to put the Dudes in beds. I'm not ready.
We have plans for that room when the Dudes move upstairs. Mr. Mayer is anxious to get the ball rolling on things.
The reasons I'm not ready for them to be in beds are purely selfish reasons. I have said them before. I am 100% convinced that they will not stay in beds. Even more. I am 100% convinced that my days of getting sleep are over. Currently I can leave the Dudes in their room until I am ready to get them up in the morning or after naps. They go to a bed and I am afraid that that luxury is over with.
I. Am. Not. Ready. For. This.
I'm not sure I have a lot of choices though. Next thing you know I'll have to potty train the boogers. Yesterday Carter pooped in his diaper and brought me some wipes. I wasn't sure at first why he was bringing me wipes. I soon smelled the reason. At least he was wearing a diaper. We all know his track record.


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