I love when a bad morning makes a comeback and turns into a good day.
It wasn't so much that we had a horrible morning. TJ was having trouble getting to sleep, and needed Siah to not jump around downstairs (because in our bedroom, his jumping sounds like a herd of elephants are downstairs). And it seemed that the only things Josiah wanted to do this morning were as follows: jump from the last step to the floor, run, stomp/march, and dance. Which, you guessed it, consists of jumping. So we decided to make a trip to the library, and ended up at Siah's friend Asher's house for a few minutes to borrow some super-glue for a wall hanging that I'm fixing. The 15 minutes at Asher's house were great, and helped Siah get some energy out (and I got to hold new baby Amos, total plus) and then we came home to take a walk before Si's nap. Naturally, I am more tired after the walk than Siah is. But it is so brisk and nice out, and I'm really glad we did it. I've been hesitant to walk around our area because there aren't sidewalks for most of it, and I feel like a hobo. But a manic toddler will help anyone get over worrying about what a bunch of college students think of you. So I think this walk will have to be a daily or every other day activity. It's just nice to get out.
Siah started sleeping in his new toddler bed two nights ago, and he's doing so well. I can't believe how big he's getting. When he gets the potty thing down all by himself, I'm going to feel like he's a teenager. His bed is so cute, TJ's parents got it for us, and it basically looks like a miniature sleigh bed. It's a pretty cherry that matches our furniture and the crib perfectly and I just can't get over how cute a little person-sized bed is! It's an adult bed, shrunk to fit Josiah! I think of Goldilocks and the little bear with the perfect-sized bed everytime I look at it. The rule for sleeping in the bed is that he gets 3 chances (of getting out of bed) before he has to sleep in the crib. The last two nights he's gotten out of bed twice, had a spanking, and then stayed in bed for the rest of the night. Today for his nap (so far) he's only gotten out of bed once. Last night though, we had an incident at 3 am.
I was awake because TJ had called to tell me he was on his way home from work, and I usually get up and hang out with him for a little bit before going back to bed. So I was in our room, and I heard a door open. I thought it was Joe maybe going to the restroom, but I finally dragged myself out of bed just to check. The second I turned the light on in the bathroom, Siah came tearing up the stairs as fast as he could go to race back into his bed. Of course, I cornered him and started to tell him he had to have a spanking because he's not allowed to get out of bed, and the poor guy looked at me and said, "Mama, diaper." And sure enough, he had somehow twisted his diaper around in his sleep and then it leaked when he went to the bathroom. So apparently my little self-starter went downstairs to get himself a diaper rather than risk getting put in his crib for the rest of the night if I caught him up and out of his room. (I base this on the lack of toys on the floor that he could have been playing with if that was his goal). I'm still trying to figure out what he was doing when he actually leaked, because the sheet was only wet on the very edge of the bed. I'm thinking he was either about to fall out of the bed again (which happened the first night, in his sleep, lol) or he was trying to get up to go 'potty' when he leaked everywhere. Either way, I love him so much. He's such a good boy. Daddy came in while he was getting his new diaper and jammies on, and after a hug, he marched upstairs and got in his bed to go right back to sleep. He makes me smile.
Mama needs a nap.