After getting the kids to bed by 7:00 (oh it's true) we attempted a movie. I fell asleep, of course! At 10:00 p.m. as we got up to go to bed, Max began screaming and crying. There was no consoling him. So, I broke the rule and put him in bed with us. He fell asleep soundly. I on the other hand had recieved the gift of Aunt Flo for Christmas and was suffering heinous cramping and kidney pain, so sleep was ellusive. Somewhere around 2:30 a.m. Maggie joined the bed party, I was now squished between 2 kids and NOT sleeping. Finally around 3 or 3:30 I insisted on putting Maggie back in bed. I would have put Max back in bed, but Maggie was so busy screaming her ever loving gutts out at the top of her lungs about the injustices of not having ice cold water that we just locked her door and let her scream it out. So now, I went to sleep on Julies bed, since she was gone, and Max and Daddy were asleep on my bed. Maggie was screaming in her room for nearly an hour. Eventually she wore herself out and I finally, fitfully fell asleep. Around 6:30 or 7 Max came into Julies room crying. I picked him up, to which he offered up some wretching. I jerked him away, and the wretching stopped and he seemed ok. I set him on the bed, and he promptly barfed all over it. WOOPS! So, I picked him up, pulled the sheets off and we went to my room. He barfed into the garbage can, and I decided to shower.
When I opened the shower door after washing away the "bad night", I found Max dead asleep on my bathroom floor, his bum in the air. Maggie came in, woke him up, he barfed again and then promptly laid back down and fell completely asleep while I blew my hair dry.
Poor little BUBS.
I won't pretend for one second that I wasn't completely grossed out by the fact that he was laying on my bathroom floor. 'Cause bathroom floors are creepy and gross.
I finished getting ready, he barfed one more time, and then I had to go sing in my sisters ward.
Came home and Max was seemingly fine. However, i spent the rest of the day at home, making sure he was ok, suffering through my cramps and cleaning out the kids room and all the Christmas crapola. I got so much done.
Meanwhile...our friend in the Bishopric came over and gave us callings, in spite of us not being at church. I am the new ward music chairman and Jere...drumroll please....is the new Sunday School President. He'll be amazing at it. But, it didn't stop him from telling Todd to shut up and stop playing jokes on us. Todd promises that he's serious. So, Pres. Van patten it is. hahahaha
Anyway.....I got the house clean and the kids organized in time for Jere and Chris (our oh so handy and how would we live without him friend) to come and take down Max's crib.
My baby is growing up and this is how I feel about it. I won't lie when I say, I was a little emotional watching them take the crib down.
I mean really, now I have NOWHERE to hang the diapers. Now what?
There it goes.....
Had to make room for Max's BIG BOY BED
But really, how adorable is that?
Thanks Gramma Peggy.
Max was just beside himself with excitement that he had a BIG BOY BED!
And Maggie was pretty pleased as well.
Excuse me while I deal with my CUTENESS overload.
He was so excited to go to bed last night, he didn't even make a peep. He kept asking, "can I sleep in my big boy bed?" "it's ok, in my big boy bed?" After assuring him that sleeping in his big boy bed would be perfectly ok, and even encouraged, he jumped right in and fell fast asleep. Where he stayed until nearly 9:00 this morning. Thank you very much.
Barfy morning turned into a playful afternoon and a PERFECT night of big boy dreams.
Baby bye byes and Toddler hellos,