So last night we started the wonderful task of getting my two and a half year old twins from cribs into toddler beds. We got these awesome beds, one train and one fire truck. They love them, when they are in the livingroom. The older twin, Logan, does not do change. He fights it and this was no different. We took the cribs down and you could see the stress on his little face, poor thing. Liam was just looking on with unsurity. (is that a word?) Anyways we try to put them down and normal time and Logan lays down but Liam flips, we get them back up and watch a show to calm down. Try number 2 Liam lays down and Logan flips! (Oh the joy of having twins!) and we are back up. Several more tries and my husband gives up, puts them on the couch and turns all the lights off. Now, for those that don't know me all that well, my husband is a stay at home dad while I work, go to school and swing the photography gig. So I, of course, have to get up at four in the morning and eventually have to go to bed.
About eleven, Logan was asleep on one couch and Liam almost asleep on another. I went to bed. Ryan at some point transferred them into the new beds and came to bed himself. I was in a coma so I have no idea what time that was! About four, right before I get up, come the screams.... they were not having it. Milk and hugs were not going to stop it so back to the couch went all three of them. They were so cute as I left all passed out! I wanted to take a picture but I was afraid I would wake them. I have two older kids and so I know this is possible, I wish I could remember how long it took with them....
So the awesome beds are empty and poor Ryan is going to have some TIRED cranky boys today. So I guess it is not SO bad that I am stuck at work today.... by myself.... in the quiet, blogging :)
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