So Last night was my final straw with this kid. He got up at 930, 12, 1230, 1, 130, 2, 230, 3 and then again at 330. (The times are an estimate but close enough) He wanders into our room each time and either just stands beside my bed and sucks his blanket, or he whines about something that doesn't make sense. So each time we bring him back to his bed and tell him to go back to bed. We have had to start more strict discipline though because it is so out of control, and we sometimes give cold showers. Don't worry they are fast, and I am telling you - nothing else works. So he actually had gotten 2 already by the last time he got up to come in our room. Brian put him back again, and 30 min later we hear giggling. Last time this happened Boots was up on Natalie's bunk naked jumping on her bed at 4 am. So Brian goes to check it out and Boots had gotten 2 yogurts out of the fridge, opened them for him and Natalie and they were both in the toy room with their pillows and blankets eating them with their fingers. Natalie was still kinda out of it and tired, but boots was alert as ever. He had been up since midnight pretty much too, since he never really went back to sleep.
AHHHHH! What is he thinking? So today we invested in a bedroom door lock, a fridge lock, and moved Natalie right on our of that room. She and Courtney are sharing now. No more bacon runs, yogurt runs, or bedroom runs for that Mr. Boots. I am tired just thinking about last night!
Courtney is by far the most popular one in our house on a daily basis though. She is happy and sweet and loves getting kisses from Nat and Boots. She actually has no choice and I am sure she really doesn't love it all the time, but she gets it! When moving A bed back into Court's room today for Natalie, we had to move the change table up to the attic for more space, and I have to say, something about that move made me very very sad. I am pretty sure we will be having another baby sometime in the future, at least we would love to, but I am still so sad to be putting it away! That has been happening with so many things for me. I know I could never be a hoarder, but sometimes I find myself having a hard time letting go of things. #1 thing I am guilty of, my old sewing machine sits old and broken in the attic but I refuse to throw it away, it was my Moms first and it is kinda sentimental to me! It cant be fixed and is useless but still! haha I have issues!