Go the F$%# to Sleep!!!!

Have you heard of the book? Check this link if you haven't. We have a little, who seems this book was written for.

Manning fights bedtime lately, so much! When I bring him up to his room for either nap or bedtime, suddenly he has to brush his teeth. Then he needs a drink. Then he needs to pee pee {he wears diapers and isn't fully training yet!} . Then he needs to brush his teeth again. Then he needs to look for the sun. Then he heard a noise. Then the light scared him. Then he needs blanket from downstairs....then he's hungry.....the list goes on, and on, and on. Bedtime with Manning is exhausting! Lets not forget there are 3 others that need to go to bed also, and that means other stories, teeth brushing, toilet visits, etc. Madison requests a few songs to be sung and we have a ritual of blowing kisses as I walk down the stairs. Not just blowing a little kiss...these kisses, knock you out. Madison smacks herself when she catches your kiss and falls over onto her bed- it's hilarious. I got her finally catching the kisses on her heart, instead of her face because she was smacking herself in her forehead and her cheeks all the time- figured her chest wouldn't be such a shock to her system haha. {she gets really into it!}

Tonight was no exception. Manning started getting ready for bedtime no problem, diaper, pjs, teeth brushed. I tucked him into bed, rubbed his back for a few minutes and left. He requests his light be left on, and door open so I obliged. I said goodnight, and asked him to stay in his bed so we can play outside tomorrow- then all he could talk about was outside. I came downstairs after getting everyone else in bed, and then we hear little footsteps coming down the stairs. He's so incredibly sweet, it's hard to get mad at him...even after the 5th time he sneeks out of his room at night. Sometimes I catch him playing in the playroom, quieter than a mouse, instead of in his bed where he should be.

After an hour and a half of battle, I finally got Manning to sleep and stay in his bed because I set up a playpen in his room and threatened he'd have to camp out in it tonight, if he didn't stay in his bed {Elmo toddler bed} . I also told him he wouldn't go outside tomorrow if he didn't sleep tonight because the birds only like to sing to boys who sleep. That was a solid reason for him , apparently.

So he finally, went the fuck to sleep, before I went to fucking crazytown.

Goodnight world!