I hear that it's spring. I've even heard the occasional bird chirping between rainstorms. So, yeah, we finally got our winter in the Bay. And Q and Z have had seemingly endless colds. It's like a snot factory up in Guido. And all over my sweaters and pants and hair and somehow my socks. The poor kiddos, their little noses are chapped and I think they've forgotten that those two holes are for breathing out of. Everybody's testy. Everybody's tired. Welcome to my first real cold season with kids. Thank you, preschool!
With all the rain and us being cooped up in the house, Q learned how to climb out of his crib. Okay, pull your jaw off of the floor. I know that we've managed an extended crib stay, but as they say, it wasn't broke, so we didn't want to fix it. But that beautiful 3 hour nap couldn't last forever. Now we are lucky to get any nap at all. Unless it's passing out cold on the floor at 5:30pm. Just the kind of nap you're not really down for. Because waking up with carpet face and your parents taking photos of you is enough to send you into an hour-long tantrum.
So, we gave up on pushing the nap and decided it was finally time for the big boy bed. We piled into the car and boarded the Sleep Train (Bay Area peeps, you know what I'm talking 'bout) and ended up with a nice, firm twin mattress and box spring. Low-riding close to the floor, tricked out with a
Z seems to like her big girl crib well enough, but she has yet to transition to two naps. She's still taking a few mini naps a day. We're lucky if we get one in the morning that lasts over an hour. I'm sure the eternal snot nose and cough has something to do with it. My poor little bird.
In the meantime, I dream of a sun-filled spring with clear sinuses (please don't let the kids get my seasonal allergies) and the occasional afternoon nap on the weekend for the whole fam. And next time we hit the Sleep Train it will be for mama and daddy's real deal big boy bed -- aka the California king.