Published by JPLand on 29 Jul 2008 at 10:20 am
Just Like Her Daddy
Yesterday was our anniverssary. Last night was supposed to be our date night. I put Ladybug to bed while Kelley handled Butterfly. After mine was asleep, I snuck out to get us a nice dinner from Carrabbas. After returning home, we both relaxed to enjoy the wonderful food and some good conversation.
That lasted all of 10 minutes. Ladybug woke-up and was not happy. Now’s decision time. Do we let her “cry it out” in hopes that she’ll get herself back to sleep, or do we try to get her to calm back down quickly so that she can get back to sleep? It’s always a tough decision…and I always make the wrong choice.
I marched upstairs, leaving behind the ever-so-tasty Pollo Rosa Maria, rescued Ladybug from the confines of her crib and rocked her back to sleep. She woke up as I was doing the “transition” into the crib. More crying. More rocking. More sleeping. Another bad transition. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
After a while, I gave up, put her in her crib and went back downstairs, tagged Kelley, and finished my meal. After I was done, Kelley marched down the stairs with the echo on an unhappy Ladybug still ringing through the house. This time, daddy couldn’t make her happy, so I took her downstairs. The girl was WIRED. I don’t know what Kelley feeds these girls when I’m not home, but 17 cups of sugar is not appropriate for a 16-month old kid. She ran across the downstairs, said hello to the dark, moved toys around, read books (a page at a time in between the other things), and just had a blast.
Finally, around 10:30, signs of fatigue started showing. It may have been because of all of the activity. Most likely, it was because of the Benadryl that I gave her. (Official Product Slogan: It might work on allergies. We don’t know because we’ve never used it for that.) After a few more books, and demanding to hold a stuffed monkey, she drifted back off to sleep.
So our “date night” was spent trying to console a kid who really just wanted to run around the house and act like a loon. I wonder where she gets that from…
Queen Kelley on 29 Jul 2008 at 10:27 am #
Such is the stuff of life with kids, isn’t it, babe? I can get a rain check, right?
JPLand on 29 Jul 2008 at 11:09 am #
Sorry, babe, no rain checks available. I’m not going to go through that again
…..OOOOHHHH. You mean on the date night part. You got it, babe. And this time, we’re sparing no expense. A candle lit room, soft music, a slightly-chilled bottle of Merlot, and the best KFC that money can buy. I’ll even let you have 2 biscuits….but not too much of the mashed potatoes. You know how much I like those.
Sheri on 29 Jul 2008 at 11:15 am #
If you had gotten a proper babysitter, none of this would have happened…
JPLand on 29 Jul 2008 at 11:17 am #
I’ve heard of this guy named “Mister Rickie” who has a nice wife, but they are far from proper.
Carmen on 29 Jul 2008 at 12:50 pm #
God bless Benadryl. I wish it came in aerosol form so we could just spray it at will.
Empress Katie on 29 Jul 2008 at 5:27 pm #
She definitely gets her looniness from her dad. Only her cuteness comes from her aunt, who, by the way, was able to rock her back to sleep with no problems when she was staying over…