So yesterday I put Izzie down at 1:15 like normal. We spent the morning running around at Turtle Bay with her cousins, had some peanut butter and jelly, a little Ariel, and time for bed. Like always we did the whole routine- potty break, two stories, sing 5 ducks, recite abc’s, chapstick to all her babies, tuck in, gate up, door closed. It’s quite the process.
I laid with her for about ten minutes while Linc finished a nap. As soon as he started crying I said goodnight and left my sleepy baby to fall asleep. Or so I thought.
Ten minutes later, I hear her door open. She’s up. I confiscate Olivia and Leilani for a two minute time out. She isn’t supposed to get out of bed.
Ten minutes later, her door opens again. She needs a drink because there is a hair in her mouth. Okay, I can deal with that.
Ten minutes later she has to go potty, so I take her potty. It’s almost two pm now. Lincoln is hungry, so after I tuck Isabelle in for the FIFTIETH time I nurse Linc.
It’s finally quiet. I’m relieved.
After I finish feeding Lin, it’s almost 3 o-clock. I just peek in her room to make sure she isn’t too hot and as I open the door, there she is, on the floor.