I have been waging a baby proofing battle with my boys for the last 6 months….but the offence has really amped up its game over the last week. I am on the last page of my defensive playbook. I am desperately out numbered, out energized and out willed. These boys have put my improvisational skills to the ultimate test – my house no longer looks like a home, but a cross between and prison and a yard sale – everything is blocked or barricaded, furniture found in the most unlikely places, as if it were on display. I think my pictures will speak much louder than my words on this matter… (click on each image to read the caption)
And, we have been forced to make the INSANE decision to move the boys to toddler beds because 1. They completely demolished their cribs. Screws stripped of their threads from all of the knocking and banging. Slats holding on by splinters, and springs warped under the constant pounding of feet and bodies… 2. When the cribs died, we moved them to their pack n plays thinking the softer sides might be able to cushion some of the blows – it was only one week into the pack n play set-up that the boys discovered that they could thump their bodies against the walls of the pack n play to scoot them across the room and closer to each other, which then meant that they could start hurling their blankets, sheets, mattresses and pack n play flooring into each other’s bed. This resulted in no sleep, bruised foreheads, scratched noses and, despite it all, a barrel of laughs coming from the boys’ room all evening long. I don’t expect the toddler bed situation to be any more successful than the pack n plays, but at least now, they can run crazy around their room and fall wherever they want in a heap of exhaustion…or maybe, not…
Update: Since drafting this blog entry, we have abandoned the toddler beds – I repeat, abandon the toddler beds! It would take me hours to explain all of the mischief the boys found themselves in during their 48 hours of bedroom bedlam, so I won’t even go there…just trust, it was a bad idea...
Oh, and don’t even ask how the CitiKitty Toilet Training is going…yet another motherhood moment where the fantasy of an idea vastly outweighs the reality of the situation…not that I doubt the CitiKitty works, it’s just that this mom doesn’t have the time or the attention span it requires for the system to succeed. And, I don’t think her highness minds one bit…guess my bathroom harmony fantasy is just going to have to come-on back down to Earth… until I am crazy enough to give it another go...
Update: Since drafting this blog entry, we have abandoned the toddler beds – I repeat, abandon the toddler beds! It would take me hours to explain all of the mischief the boys found themselves in during their 48 hours of bedroom bedlam, so I won’t even go there…just trust, it was a bad idea...
Oh, and don’t even ask how the CitiKitty Toilet Training is going…yet another motherhood moment where the fantasy of an idea vastly outweighs the reality of the situation…not that I doubt the CitiKitty works, it’s just that this mom doesn’t have the time or the attention span it requires for the system to succeed. And, I don’t think her highness minds one bit…guess my bathroom harmony fantasy is just going to have to come-on back down to Earth… until I am crazy enough to give it another go...
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