Childish Antics

Okay, they’re back: the childish antics that exhaust the adults.

We had an unusual late-night laundry where we all practically stripped in the car to wash the clothes we were wearing. I ran in and out and already the kids were exploring their freedom in the car -- I mean who gets themselves into these kinds of positions? They were prostrate across the ceiling of the car!

Bedtime has been really nutty, too. We’ve been getting into our hotels at a reasonable hour lately so the kids have had lots of time to re-energize. They play the most imaginative games; I find them hiding, crammed into the tiniest spaces, usually stuffed with bedding or pillows or towels. It’s going to be the end of me.

The other night was really rough. Doodle woke up screaming bloody murder at 3:30am that a fly was in her eye. Then it was a bee. Then it was spiders in the bed whenever she put her feet under the covers. Poor Grandma was sharing the bed with her – or should I say she was sharing a slice of the bed with her.

Doodle has this habit of dominating whatever bed she's in. This particular night Grandma woke up and found Doodle sleeping on top of her, upside down, with her feet nicely tucked under Grandma’s chin. There is no such thing as “her side of the bed” because no matter what, her side ends up being your side.

We could force her into her own bed, but it's pointless. She moves in with someone eventually and this way we can control who the someone is. Sadly, it’s most often Grandma because she has the best luck sleeping through Doodle’s acrobatics.

Little Man thrashes in bed. Peanut snores.

What else can I say?