There is a fine line between having a really exciting day and over stimulating your children.
You laugh and play all day long and during it seems totally worth it.
Today, we went to the Seattle Children’s Museum.
When we got home, things went easy enough. Feed toddler-because the food at the food court wasn’t good enough. Put toddler to bed.
Then feed the baby, and put him to bed.
They both slept for a glorious two hours! So my husband and I took advantage and got some shut eye too.
After naps, we went to the grocery store.
And then, I think this was our ultimate downfall, we went for a walk after dinner. At their normal bedtime.
They had such long naps, they should stay up a bit later, right?
No. The answer is no, they should not stay up later.
Lately the toddler has been running on our walks. Tonight was no different. She ran .7 miles around our block. That’s a lot for a three year old! (Ha! That would be a lot for me, but I was leisurely pushing the stroller with the baby.)
Once we got home, it was bedtime. The baby was not having it. He was trying to squirm out of my arms while nursing.
When I finally put him down, he rolled over while simultaneously standing up.
Whatevs. He can play or wind down, or whatever he felt he needed to do at that moment. I had a toddler to get to bed.
During story time in her bed, the baby was clearly upset in the other room. So daddy took over with the girl and I went to see if the baby wanted to eat.
Nope. Just wanted to squirm around. Oh, and scream. Maybe he’s teething? That’s always a good “go-to.” Or maybe he was so freaking tired from our enormously busy day, that he couldn’t wind down.
Went to finish reading with my lovely lady. Kissed her good night. She wasn’t having it. She started whining and crying. Did I mention the boy was still screaming? He was. They both were now.
Husband and I switched. Did what we could, then switched again.
After a bit of crying together, they were finally asleep around nine, (keep in mind, the baby’s normal bedtime is 6:30).
It was a fun day. But with a two hour bedtime and two children screaming in your ear, it’s sort of hard to remember the lovely time you had.
Tomorrow we’re going to have some fun. But perhaps we’ll limit the fun to one really awesome thing.