I think I need Super Nanny!

I totally took advantage of how wonderful the past year was where my two youngest children would be in bed no later than 7:30 pm. I could spend some one-on-one time with Brooklyn, or let her entertain herself while I had my own "quiet time". This past week, Tallan has been fighting bed time with every ounce of energy he had left after each busy day. I can't get him to stay in bed if it's before 9pm! Seriously, don't tell on me, but we even had to rig his door so he couldn't get out because most times he quietly climbs in Keslie's crib with her and wakes her up too. Tonight was the night of all nights though. After too many chances to stay in bed with the door open, I closed it. Less than 30 seconds later, it sounded like a bomb went off in his room. I opened the door to find his baskets of clothes all over the room, his books scattered across the floor, and the mattress off his toddler bed! I grabbed everything...EVERYTHING...out of his room except his bed, pillow, and blanket. I even moved his changing table out of the room so he couldn't climb on that or knock it into the wall anymore. Closed the door.

Two seconds later, another blast from the room.

Time for a heavier bed...and possibly some anger management classes?!


A sweet ending to my story: We put his bed back together and he laid down. He was fast asleep less than 3 minutes later. I already like him again.