We took the girls to Vermont last weekend. My uncle owns a home up there, and every couple years we all descend on it for a little family reunion. I had some trepidation about taking the girls, but they were so good while we were down the shore for 2 weeks back in June I figured, eh, how bad could it be.
Bad. So bad. Really really bad.
They were good on the four hour drive up, but my plan that they would nap for most of it didn't happen. They slept maybe 45 minutes. I thought, great, they'll be exhausted. They'll sleep tonight.
They are at a hard age for sleeping away from home. They are really too big for the pack and plays, but aren't ready to sleep in a bed. That first night they just would not sleep. They finally conked out in the pack and plays around 10:30, after almost every family member took a turn laying on the floor with them trying to get them to sleep. But they were wide awake at 4am.
This made for some very very grumpy children on Saturday (and yes, I wasn't too happy either). And of course I thought well they'll HAVE to take a really long nap. They're beyond exhausted.
This time, we put them in the pack and plays to nap, and they realized, hey - we can easily climb out of these things. There's nothing quite like seeing your supposedly sleeping (safely contained!) babies come strolling down the stairs.
After that, all bets were off. We couldn't get them home fast enough on Sunday. I think my family was more than happy to see them go (anyone with a toddler knows what they're like on not enough sleep. Ugly.)
But no, wait... the fun didn't end there! The seed had now been planted in their little almost 2 year old brains.
Tuesday morning, I woke up to the sound of a doorknob rattling. I don't think I've ever jumped out of bed so fast in my life. Opened the girls bedroom door, and there they stood. Out of their cribs. Big, self satisfied smiles on their faces.
"HI!" Katie said
"HI!" Charlotte said
"$&*#(@$&(!!!" is what I said.
It's a whole new game now. Today I walked in to find them both in Katie's bed. Who knows what I'll find next. I'm scared. And I can't figure out how we went from them being too small to sleep in their cribs, to being big enough to climb out, in what seems like no time at all.
We should never have gone to Vermont.
(And please, don't forget it's not too late to buy some raffle tickets!)