The complaining went on for about an hour and a half - an hour of chattering is not unusual if we put them to bed close to seven o'clock - with M complaining the loudest and longest. About 8:45, we noticed it was quiet upstairs - Hallelujah! Hubs and I were able to enjoy the rest of the evening in peace, reveling in our parenting awesomeness.
Then it was 1:00 am and M, the keebie lover, was out of his mind with frustration and loneliness, crying and reaching toward the bathroom where the keebie was resting in peace. I made a mental note to be sure to empty the trash before they got out of bed in the morning. Although he refused to be comforted by mommy, lovie, teddy or his new spaceship bedding, he did wind up falling asleep before two am. So much for the awesomeness.
We heard him again around 3:30, but let him be since we weren't any help the first time. He must have gotten the hint.
This morning, we were all exhausted and let the boys sleep in until 9:00. Here they are waking up for the first time with their big boy bedding:
|I will always love you, Keebie! But I love my pillow, too.|
|Eebie? He's missing? Oh. Look at my spaceships!|
I was worried a bit about naptime but M fell asleep in minutes! Guess he was up too late last night to worry about keebie for naps. We'll see how it goes tonight.