the day has finally come

Saturday marked the day that Grady figured out how to climb out of his crib. I figured this day was quickly approaching as his climbing and transversing of furniture and cupboards was increasing in skill and height. I also blame this new found skill on my friend Betsy that was visiting Friday night and said, "I can't believe he doesn't climb out of his crib!", while we were putting Grady down for the night. Curse her!! He heard and decided to take action. So Saturday after I put him to bed and I nestled down on the couch under my favorite blanket, I heard the pitter-patter of marshmallow feet down the stairs. I was then quickly greeted with "Hi Momma!" WHAT? HOW?! So back upstairs we went for a second attempt at bedtime. He climbed out again and then got a quite stern talking to. He stayed in the rest of the night but I was gently prodded awake with his chubby little fingers at the brink of dawn. Sigh…. well I guess that means I don’t have to get out of my warm bed to fetch him anymore! I was able to convince him to snuggle in bed for a bit and prolong the agony of the harsh early morning a wee bit longer. Since then we have decided to allow him to climb in and out of his crib. I am just not ready for the freedom that a “big boy” bed entails. We did establish some guidelines to eliminate any middle of the night excursions. Grady knows he cannot climb out at night and so far he has been too tired to try. With all this new-found freedom he did give me a belated present today, one that I have been asking for for a very long time; both boys slept until 8am. I awoke feeling very refreshed and renewed, ready to take on the day. Or at least until the warriors became restless and started fighting over matchbox cars. Then the evil queen returned to do her bidding once more!

no sleep for this lassie

Yesterday my husband was kind enough to go and pick out more cold medicine so we could both get a good night sleep. Our house has been infested with germs and we keep recycling the same cold/germs amongst ourselves. So we are basically both huge snotty messes. Throw in some coughing and hacking and a few good sneezes here and there and you will have the perfect picture of our sick selves. As I was brushing my teeth my husband was also nice enough to open the two Tylenol pills for me. I was exhausted from a long weekend of grunt work and a very physical and exciting soccer game. I drearily took the pills, popped them in my mouth and chased them down with a shot of water. As I climbed into bed I was almost asleep upon hitting the pillow. A few minutes of pre-sleep chatting and I was off to dream land. Until... 15 minutes later when all of a sudden I was jolted wide-awake. I felt fine and I was WIDE-awake.... why?? Oh well now let me tell you. I was wide-awake because my loving husband purchased extra long lasting, non-drowsy day formula of Tylenol cold. He might as well have slipped me an upper because there was not one ounce of drowsiness in my body. He on the other hand, was fast asleep. His years of dabbling must have made him immune to the speed like effects of the Tylenol. Not to worry!! Every once in a while I would give him a good jab or shove to remind him that I was WIDE awake while he lay there sleeping like a newborn babe. I am hoping my continued coffee buzz will get me through another soccer game tonight in the cold damp weather...yuck! We do get to play under the lights which is a bonus and reminiscent of days of old. Pretty fitting since I would often play games back then without much sleep too.