Becky asked me how Cheyeanne was adjusting to her new bed. My reply is better, though she has started throwing little tantrums at bedtime.
However... (got to love the pauses)
...last night was different. She went to bed without so much of a fuss, and Jonathan & I continued to put everyone else into bed, too, and then watch a DVD in our room. About an hour later, we hear a full-blown scream from down the hall.
"Was that Cheyeanne?"
When we heard the words "fall down" in her next scream, we jumped out of bed and rushed into her room as she wailed and screamed thinking she had rolled out of bed and landed on the floor. Yet as we flipped on the light, we saw the situation for what it was - Cheyeanne tucked safely in her bed, screaming and pointing at the floor.
"POOH FALL DOWN! POOH FALL DOWN!"
Needless to say, we both laughed and handed our sweet little one her pooh bear back, wiped her tears, kissed her forehead, and tucked her back in. I'm hoping this ends the saga of her new big girl bed adventures!
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Question for other moms out there - how many pairs of clothes, on average, do your kiddos go through in a day? Or is just elves hiding in our outlets that multiply our laundry? I'm not kidding - I do clothes every day, and Logan had four pair of jeans in his pile today! Wear on earth did that come from?
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