Tonight it came, the day I knew was coming. We've had a few rough nights. And we really can not complain w/ these girls. They have been easy on us as a whole. Two nights ago Abigail made an appearance in our room at about 1 am. She is a wise girl and her daddy has drilled in her to wake HIM up if she needs to talk about a bad dream. Knowing once mommy is up, she's up for the night. I knew she was awake. I heard her little voice pleading with daddy to make it better. He scooped her up like he always does and put her in between us. I don't know how much time passed but after a while I heard him carry her back to her own bed. Then 4am rolled around and the other one started. This time, less gentle or subtle Chloe let out a blood curling scream out of nowhere. That one was all me. I shot out of bed like a bullet to find her terrified and standing at her crib rails for help. Not knowing what bothered my little lady I scooped her back to our bed to comfort her. There was no going back to her own bed for a while. It was a restless night but we dozed back off and made it to sunrise. I never mind these girls making it into our room. They look so sweet when they sleep. Everything about a child's body changes and grows weekly as they develop. But their faces, just around the eyes nose and mouth that area doesn't change. It keeps that baby look, or has so far anyway. I love that I can still see them as babies when they are asleep. It's a mommy thing.
The next night Chloe was acting more cranky and pitiful. I go to put her down and a very atypical crying fit emerged when I put her in her crib. I walk away and with in a few minutes I hear "boom boom....pitter pitter pitter". I opened the door to find exactly what I was afraid of. She was proudly walking around her room. So little stinker now what. "Daddy! we are done with the crib!" I shouted as he giggled and walked back to see for himself along with a bounding excited Bit. Ok, now what?? We tried the pack and play first. That took her a whole 5 or 6 seconds to pop out of that. No tears, no struggle just a strong able body climbing out. Just too tired to fight it we just stuck her in the bed w/ us again. "We'll deal with this tomorrow". The next day she would hear nothing of napping in her crib. She just could pop out w/o any difficulty. So she and I brought up the mattresses for the twin bed upstairs, brushed them off and made her a little nest to transition to.
Brian took the crib apart tonight. All done with that part of life. Feels weird. Chloe looks way to content in her big girl nest to be too sad about closing the baby book for the last time. They are growing up. Mom always said when we hit milestones growing up, "It's not sad it's wonderful when they grow up!" I like that attitude better then being all forlorn and not wanting to let go of the past. Mom used to say she had much more fun with us when we made some sense! We have a lot to look forward to. I choose not to look back. But I still am going to enjoy those angelic baby faces when they sleep. I don't have to let that go....ever!
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