My kids are weird. Truly, it’s not their fault, they had no chance of being anything else. And this is all from my side. Those who know me will agree. Here is one example of their weirdness. Callie Grace sleeps with a strange number of random things. There are some staples, such as her blanket, bear, and papish (pacifier). Usually she wants at least one book in the bed with her. She’s asked for a certain purse that she likes. Tonight she wanted her hairbrush with her. She will also tell me exactly how she wants the temperature. She will tell me to turn the heater on or off, and which fan she wants on, and which way she wants it pointed. She’s two.
Justus is more simple so far. He has two blankets, and he wants one on each side of him. He has a few stuffed animals in there, and his papish. But here’s his weird item: one of Philip’s socks. A few weeks ago Philip was gone for a few days, and Justus found one of his socks and carried it everywhere he went. Now it has to be in his crib. Weird, right?
I will say however, that I am blessed beyond reason by the fact that Justus goes to bed at 6pm, and Callie goes to bed at 7pm, they sleep through the night and wake up around 7:30am. Some of this was luck. Most of it was determination on our part to get them on a good schedule so that Philip and I could have some time together. They stick to this schedule well too. Last night, at the annual Meade Halloween Party and Haunted House, there were probably 30 people mingling inside the house, kids running in and out, a haunted house going on downstairs with screams and such, and a 20 minute wait outside with loud kids waiting to get in. And yet, at 6pm, Justus was done for the day, and went to bed, and Callie followed shortly after. I promise, I do not use Benedryl to perform this miracle! And yesterday, they both had an insane amount of sugar (I just am not going to be one of those mom’s that won’t let my kids eat candy, especially on Halloween! I would have maybe limited Justus more, but someone (Uncle Peter) has a soft spot for my baby boy and fed him a Three Musketeers, and then Justus snuck off and ate a whole pack of skittles! He’s 10 months old! See, weird!).
Also, Callie came to me today and said, “Callie pushed me”. Um… how to respond to that?
And to continue to update you on my dear friend’s Stephanie’s power of persuasion, I dressed as a cheerleader (pics on my facebook page) and went through Philip’s haunted house. What is the deal with that?!
I hope everyone had a fun and safe Halloween!
