This past weekend we decided to take a huge leap in taking the fronts off the twins’ cribs.
Yes they are almost four, and yes they have still been happily sleeping in cribs until now. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. We knew this day had to come, but like just about every other project we have on the list, it gets put off because we’re lazy like that. The back burner is our comfort zone.
It actually wasn’t my decision. I made the mistake of going to a baby shower, and I came back to find Christian mid de-cribbing. He does that, you know, jumps into things. I mean to draw up ideas and supply lists for a sandbox, then come home one day to find him digging a hole in the backyard with no real plan. I think about how to make the kids’ rooms more feng shui-ier, he just starts rearranging the furniture and hanging stuff on the walls, but still lacking the feng shui, and actually making me twitch sometimes. Let’s put it this way: I send him to the store for milk and bananas, he comes home with a $50 receipt and enough Cheez Its to feed a small army. I’m a planner. He’s a doer. Actually, no, he’s a starter. Doer indicates that things get finished. On that note I call us both guilty. With three small people and minimal free time, the last thing we want to do with time to ourselves is dig a hole in the backyard or sand 1/16 of an inch off of a door so that it will close properly.
But now here we were, the decision made, the de-cribbing completed, and taking the leap into big girl land. I have a mind to make them twin sized beds by altering this tutorial from Design Mom, but didn’t you just read the part above about the projects and the back burner and the laziness and such?
I’ve actually looked forward to this day. Leaning over their cribs to scratch backs, stroke hair, and change sheets is awfully uncomfortable on my ribcage, so naturally I avoided the latter as much as possible. I fantasized about being able to snuggle up in bed with them under blankets, reading our favorite stories and talking about their days as they relaxed into my comfort. But I think we still have a ways to go because our bedtimes are still hella chaotic around here what with the hair brushing, jammy dressing, and pre-bedtime psychotic energy surges. And when will I remember to brush their teeth on a consistent basis?
So as far as the weekend went, we had a great first night with no back to bed reminders and only 2 out of bed rollers for Rachel, who was quite sad to find herself startled awake on the floor. And? They didn’t even get out of bed when they woke up in the morning, opting for their usual “Mommyyyyy? Daaaaaad!” At 7:15. I feigned complete ignorance and sudden deafness and may have even kicked their father out of the bed to tend to them.
Night two was a little trickier, as they weren’t very sleepy thanks to a 10 minute cat nap in the car. Lots of giggling and cackling, and I finally went in to find them laying side by side in Rachel’s bed, covered up, and sharing some sort of wacky, hilarious moment. I didn’t have the heart to split them up, but by the 9th time of going in there, the moment had lost its adorable factor and it was “Get in bed, put your head down, and go. to. sleep. or no Valentine’s party at school tomorrow don’t you know that I will tell your teacher and she will cancel the whole thing and all of your classmates will be disappointed and no one will play with you and then all of the frustration I spent trying to get you to write your name on your valentines is wasted!”
Alas, there really was no special secret. I just had to wait for them to poop out, and they did, like an hour and a half after we put them to bed. And after I removed their Busy Zoo from the room because bead mazes are just so much more fun in the dark.