Bedtime can seriously be considered a joke at times in our house. I will admit sometimes things are as smooth as silk, some times things go okay and some times it's an absolute zoo like last night. It definitely doesn't help that the girls share a room, that takes a little more thought into the whole timing issue of things. I will say that as much as I can complain about it at times; Tay really is a good sport about the whole thing at 3 years old. She could be a terror as she is about some things, but when it comes to sharing a room with her sister she can handle it pretty darn good. Actually when it comes to virtually anything with her sister, she is pretty amazing. Everything else is a whole other story.
It's nice when Dustin is around (which really is most of the time) because he'll take one and I'll take the other. He tends to take Tay and I take Hannah. It's funny because I think we each think we drew the better straw so it all works. It's usually Tay down first and then Hannah down second, but Tay isn't always asleep when Hannah comes in and sometimes Hannah still needs to be rocked to sleep because I can't allow Hannah to cry herself to sleep when Tay is in there so in the last few weeks, Taylor has now insisted on being rocked after I put Hannah down. There are some nights when I curse it, but I do love snuggling with her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. I thing I may break down and cry when she tells me she's a big girl and doesn't want to be rocked any more so I probably shouldn't ever curse those nights when I'm "not in the mood".
Here's a picture of her after she insisted on dressing herself:
There was another incident a few weeks back when Tay just couldn't calm herself down. Hannah had been down for about an hour our two and Tay had been coming out of her room constantly and we had kept putting her back down. Then it had been a little while and I thought that Tay was finally down until I heard Hannah crying and in the back of my head I knew what had happened, but my eyes had to see it to believe it. Tay had pulled one of her favorite daily activities, crawling into Hannah's crib! I was furious and explained to her how dangerous it was to do that at night. I honestly don't know how long she had been in there!
Then there was last night. Another night when Tay is running over the whole house with Dustin trailing behind. First reading with her, dancing with her, doing anything, but one of those nights when she has no desire to go to bed. It was a day I had had my fill of her and so when I put Hannah down and then she woke up crying and Tay wouldn't go down, then that was just it, I was done. So after multiple attempts of putting both Hannah and Tay down, I just put each of them in their beds/crib and shut the door. At first there was silence which made me know there was something up. Then there was laughing and talking back and forth. As mad as I was I couldn't help but laugh, but I just let it go and eventually, the two of them talked themselves to sleep. Dustin did go back and check to make sure Tay wasn't in the crib. It was a lot cuter thinking back on it today then it was last night.
And then there was last week. One of our favorite babysitters Annie was watching the girls while Dustin and I went to a dinner for Dustin's work. Annie apparently does a much better job putting the girls down than I do, because she never seems to have any problems. Anyway, Annie was asking if she could sing Taylor a song. Taylor's reply was "No, I sing you a song". Annie was so smart to record it and this was the song that she sang.
Dustin has ingrained the Utah fight song into his daughter's brain so apparently when she doesn't know how to end a song, she'll just go with what she knows and end it like the Utah fight song, hence the "Go Utes" at the end.
I haven't forgotten about my other daughter, Hannah. She is 10 months and still refuses to crawl. She was up on her knees a couple of months ago and now won't even do that. She kind of just scoots around on her bottom if you even call it that. She is absolutely adorable and the sweetest thing and the best baby! Except for the fact she is not a good napper, but there are worse things. She is already a daddy's girl! She lights up when he walks in the room or when she sees him in the morning. I swear she is saying Dada to him, but nothing that even remotely sounds like Mama. Welcome to the world of motherhood of two girls!
