BUT FIRST, AN IMPORTANT WEEKEND UPDATE.
Bubby got a new hat.
It's a Yoda hat.
THIS CONCLUDES THE IMPORTANT WEEKEND UPDATE.
As previously mentioned, Ezra has five different loveys that he requires in order to sleep. That checklist, however, is NOTHING compared to Ike's bedtime demands:
- Little Elmo
- Big Elmo
- Little blanket
- Big blanket
- Big Bird
- Mister Carrot
- Super Broccoli
- Super Grover
- Regular Grover
- Wreck-It Ralph
- Da Hulk
- Kitty Cat
- Bunny Rabbit
- Red Baby
- Cookie Jamma (aka Cookie Monster)
- Ogga Gwouch (aka Oscar the Grouch)
- Ezra's Ball (aka Ike's Taggies Ball That Looks Just Like Ezra's Taggies Ball)
- Mister Pee Potty (aka a Mr. Peabody Happy Meal toy)
- More books
- Dat book
- Also dat book
- Nother book
Not surprisingly, this is what the floor looks like in his room most of the time.
And yes, posting this picture counts as my admission that yes, I still haven't moved Ike out of his crib yet. (Or gotten rid of the dust-gathering changing table and those bins full of retired diapering supplies, expired rash creams and broken Snappis.)
The last time I made this very same admission was in JULY, at which point I was like, yeah yeah, we'll move him soon, I swear.
LIES! Terrible, bald-faced lies.
We sometimes let him sleep in his brother's room and I HATE our dumb permissive asses those nights, because he stays up for hours and hurls stuff around and pulls clothing out of drawers and comes out for 75 million drinks of water. And then he's up at the crack of dawn, wandering around the house and poking at my eyelids. "Mom? Mom? Guess what, Mom. I woke up, Mom."
And forget about naps in the regular bed. I've tried. No. There is no sleep, only Zuul.
Meanwhile, in the crib, he goes right to sleep without protest or shenanigans, and stays quiet and content until we get him up. It's his safe, happy place. He's never climbed out or even really attempted to. He will also reliably take a four or five hour nap, my God it's the holy freaking grail of sleep.
(Once he's thrown everything overboard and cleared some space for himself, of course.)
I figured we'd be unable to justify keeping him in the crib after potty training, but at this point he still doesn't wake himself up to "go", even with bathroom access and sans diaper. (On that note: HEY SORRY ABOUT YOUR BED EZRA.) Soooo...continued justification is justified.
Contained toddler is contained, seems pretty okay with it. Mother makes heroic decision to continue on the path of if it ain't broke, don't fix it, which is good because she's pretty terrible at fixing things anyway.