Oh my goodness. Tonight was a mixture of hallmark moments and tear-your-hair-out, close-to-yelling moments.
It started out as a pretty standard evening. Did a PJ walk after dinner. Amazing way to get some last minute squirrlies out of the kids' systems. Then teeth and bed. All without any major meltdowns - MAGIC! Hallmark.
Little Man then decided to have a superhero battle in his room. (Dear Husband and I decided awhile ago that fighting the "lay still, be quiet" battle was too exhausting. If he got too loud, we stepped in. Otherwise, he pretty much figured out the longer and later he stayed up, the worse it was to get up at 6:45 AM.) We gave him a couple warnings, and he seemed to settle down so we were settling into our evening routine.
The noise of his door opening caught my attention so I waited for him to come downstairs. He didn't so I figured he just opened it for light. And it was quiet so I also figured he had settled down. Hahahahahahaha. Oh silly me.
I heard little footsteps, so went up to investigate. Sure enough he was coming out of Little Miss's room. "I was just checking on her!" he said as he hurried into his own room. I told him to stay in his own room and tucked him in one last time.
Then I went to check on Little Miss and shut her door "so Ellie doesn't lick my face." This is where the camera was needed. I couldn't see her. She was buried under a mound of stuffed animals, a huge baby doll, and all seven books she had on her floor. Seriously!?? All this while still sleeping. I pulled off all of the animals except the three little babies were tightly tucked under her arm.
I immediately went into Tyson's room and was on the verge of yelling. Instead, I simply asked if he did it. He was given three tries (because the first two he lied to me about). Then he confessed. No reason why, just that he did it. I explained why that wasn't okay and that it would be scary to wake up with stuff all over one's face. I told him to stay in his room then left.
No yelling.
I managed to find some humor in it.
And I kicked myself for not having my camera with me!
Moments like this are priceless. If I had yelled, I would have messed that up. He was playing a trick on his sister. Not acceptable, but fairly innocent. He didn't wake her up (thank goodness). And afterwards, he stayed in bed and both are now sleeping sweetly.
Guess I need to invest in more sweatpants with pockets for my camera!
Cheers -
Megs
That is hilarious!!
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