A Night to Remember

Gee, I've been a slacker blogger lately. The boys have been keeping me at the edge lately. Most of the time they are the cutest, smartest, best little babies I could ever have dreamed of - but occasionally their toddlerdom pushes me toward the brink. Mostly it's the throwing. Throwing their cup/plate/food at mealtime. Throwing anything you hand them if they're not in a good mood. I know they're just testing out their new skills and testing limits, which are developmentally appropriate things to do - but... sometimes I get tired of hearing myself say "food is for eating" "banana goes in your mouth or stays on your plate" etc... Makes me ready for the next stage... please!!

But instead of next stage, last night we had a MAJOR rewind. Xander was up most of the night. Just did not want to stay in his bed. Cried and cried. So I went and got him, then he jumped on and tickled daddy, climbed on the nightstand, anything but lay still - but he wasn't sick or upset. So then he calmed down, we put him back to bed - then more crying 10, 15 minutes - so then I went back... rinse and repeat (or in this case tylenol - no effect). I think he slept from 4:40 to 6:40... which is when Dan usually leaves for work, but instead it's when we all woke up - oops.

I really hope that was a one time thing. My body is not in the up all night with a baby mode anymore...