We did some cleaning upstairs
today and in the process put away the pack-n-play. With a
little encouragement Eve decided that would be ok. She’s sweet
because she always talks about what a big girl she is (“I a big
girl, I a strong girl”) or that she’s a toddler, but if you ask
if she’s a big girl or a baby she always picks baby. Then she
pokes me in the arm and says “I your baby.” :) So I put away
the pack-n-play. At nap time she fussed a little bit, but
settled pretty quickly and fell asleep. After a good long nap I
heard a few thumps up there and went in her room and found that
she got the pack-n-play out of the closet and was trying to set
it up. When I walked in she said, “I need help. I need to nap
in pack-n-play.” I laughed :) Then I told her that she already
had a nap and could get up now. That made her happy. At bedtime
tonight she put up more of a fight, throwing herself on the
floor in a tired baby tantrum. Luckily doggie and giraffe
beckoned to her from the bed, making her giggle and climb up
into bed to cuddle her. I stayed with her for a few minutes,
but left her still awake and she fell asleep on her own. I hope
she’s able to make this transition without too much struggle.
I’m tired of having the pack-n-play in the middle of the room
and she is getting too big for it! Stretched out her head and
feet touch each end. Time for the big girl bed :)

A few days ago I told Lex
that I was tired of answering so many “why?” questions. We also
talked a bit about how he was using the word “why” when he
probably meant “how” and a bit about the difference between the
two words. Funny boy has now taken it to the other extreme and
asks me “how” questions a million times a day. “Mommy, how did
you stop talking to me until we got to the post office?” “How
can I not have more milk?” etc. Know what I mean. Too many
questions and now they don’t even make sense. Serves me right
for trying to get him to ease up on the “why” questions :)

In other news, Alan bought a new door
handle for Lex’s door on Sunday, and we can now lock him in.
This sounds awful, but it’s been very helpful. We have only had
to use it twice and both times the tantrum has dissipated
quickly. Better yet, Alan and I escaped relatively unscathed so
we were able to stay sane for the rest of the day.
Yay!