On the sweet side:
We had dinner every night with our besties. Friday night we ate at Buffalo Wild Wings, Saturday night we grilled out at the casa, and on Sunday night we had pizza and celebrated Baby Abby's 1st birthday which is rapidly approaching. We didn't plan it that way, but I guess that's what happens when you have friends that are pretty much your family. The party was a blast, and I'm so glad that we all had the opportunity to celebrate one blessed little girl.
Also on the sweet side, on our way home from BWW, Hubs pulled up next to us in his truck. He rolled down the window so that Cam could see him, and she waved. When he drove ahead of us, I said, "Isn't Daddy the most handsome daddy in the world?" Her response, "Yes, and I'm going to marry daddy one day." I had tears in my eyes when I recounted the conversation for Hubs later that evening. Seriously, the sweetest thing ever!
We also did a little IKEA'ing this weekend and picked up some stuff for the kiddos, and a few rugs for the casa. Camdyn loved the kids room there, and we got out of dodge for the day.
On the sour side:
We were supposed to go to Busch Gardens on Saturday, but Chloe had a fever on Friday night and woke up with a fever on Saturday. Going to theme parks with kids who aren't a 100% is the furthest thing away from fun, so we scrapped that plan and went to IKEA instead. First, however, I took Chloe to the doctor. She didn't have a fever according to the nurse, an hour after I determined that she had a fever. Ugh. Her ears are good, her throat is good, she's fine. They must think I'm nuts bringing in kids that are healthy all the time. FRUSTRATING!
Also, on the sour side it rained pretty much all weekend....great for sleeping, not so much for shopping, swimming, or doing anything outdoors. Camdyn kept telling me the rain was boring and that the rain was making her bored. Me too, sweetie, me too.
On the bedtime front:
I am over the moon ecstatic with Camdyn's progress! On Friday night we went to Target and she had her little heart set on two little Dinosaur Train toys. They were cute and inexpensive, so I bought them for her, but made sure that she understood that she could open one tomorrow if she went to bed on time tonight. On Friday night, she did it, and we didn't even have to shut her door. I figured the toy really motivated her.
On Saturday night, the same thing, because she wants to open the other Dinosaur toy. She went to bed on time. Sweet success, but not really, because we motivated her with a toy.
On Sunday, (all out of toys), she went to bed at 8:22, and never once came out of her bedroom! I am now ready to declare VICTORY! ::happy dance happy dance:: So, even if she relapses and has issues in the next few weeks, at least I know what will work, and I'll go back to the drastic door closing measures if I have to.
So, if you are still engaged and coherent after reading all of that, you may be wondering what bedtime battle we exchanged for.
Bellieboo now has sleep issues. They come in the form of waking up screaming at approximately 11:30 every night. I'm talking rolling around her crib, screaming at the top of her lungs like her room is on fire, screaming. So, I go to her, because it freaks me out. I pick her up but she pushes against me and doesn't want to be held, doesn't want milk, or a binky either. Clueless and concerned, I bring her out of her room, and lay her on the living room floor, where she thrashes around, and continues to scream. Is this a temper tantrum in the middle of the night? Then, out of no where, she kinda snaps out of it and she says "nigh nigh" and follows me to her bedroom and then sleeps peacefully until daybreak. What is this about!?! I've never seen anything like this before. Her pediatrician believes she is having night terrors. Really? At 16 months old? So, I'll be googling that now to figure out how I can help her. She's completely inconsolable in this state and sometimes I've even taken her out of the house in the middle of the night to snap her out of it. It makes me feel powerless, kinda like how you feel when baby is a newborn and you have no idea how to stop the crying and make it all better...yeah, like that, and it sucks.
So, if it's not one then it's the other, but at least I am getting 2 hours of uninterrupted adult time in the evenings. Ahhh, bliss.
Happy Monday!