So last night wasn't great. The girls ended up napping until 11am and then they were up for the day. After lunch I lathered them in sunblock and spent a long time at the park. They both love getting lotion on and they make a big deal about it being each others turn - very strange. I hate creams and I am destined to be very wrinkled. I do put on suntan lotion all the time. Something about being mere months away from your 30th birthday is inspiring.
So I thought for sure they'd be ready for bed come 7:30pm. Leah was ready at 7 so we put them to bed. Leah went to sleep. Emma had a fit so bad we broke our rule of not taking them out of their crib. We then proceeded to break another rule of not using the car to get them to sleep (it took us nearly 2 years…not bad) and John took her out for an hour drive to buy me an Oh Henry. What a guy! He came back with a sleeping toddler but she woke up in the transfer and finally settled at 8:51pm and I ate my chocolate bar to celebrate.
This morning they were up at 6:30. Leah was happy as can be. Emma started to self destruct around 9 so I took them to the park for a couple of hours. We came back, ate lunch, napped and then went and played with the neighbours. They had their bath, a story and were in bed by 7:40pm. There were some whiny tears from Emma but they played and read their books until they fell asleep around 8:30pm.
I'm not going to call it a success quite yet but once again we have proven that not giving in does work. We were so close so many times to just giving them the stupid milk but we stayed strong. I really understand now how a toddler can wrap you around their little finger(s).
"Daddy, Emma go night night in car? Please?"
