Back to the routine

Today was our first day back in our routine. Eve though we put the kids to bed early last night, it was hard to wake up the kids this morning. I woke up John first, he said "But I don't wanna get up!" I gave him a few extra minutes to stay under the covers and I went to wake up Gillian. Gillian didn't say anything, she just rolled over and ignored me. I was only able to get her up by asking her, "Who are you going to bring to school?" She jumped up and said "I bring Princess Minnie!" 

Both kids had good days at school. I think they were very excited to tell their friends about their adventures in Disney. Everyone ate their dinner and there were no arguements at bedtime. I think they are still exhausted from our trip (I know I am).  I will post later about our adventures, but right now I am just thankful to be back to our routine. 

The Loaner Blanket

Any of my regular readers know that Gillian loves her blanket.  She has a Grandma Blanket that she loves to sleep with.  Grandma made her this blanket when she was a little baby.  Last week, we discovered a little hole in the blanket.

We called Grandma and explained that there was a little hole in "manket" and Grandma said we could bring it to her house on Friday.  I made the mistake of letting Gillian sleep with the blanket that night.  Since Gillian doesn't always fall asleep right away, I think she used that time to expand the hole.  Instead of having just one side of a square with a hole, her blanket now has three sides of a square unattached. 

We brought the blanket to Grandma's house on Friday.  Grandma says that it will take a little bit of time to repair the damage Gillian has caused.  Gillian was not too happy to hear that her "manket" would have to spend a long time at Grandma's house.  Aunt Betty came to the rescue.  She gave Gillian a "loaner blanket."  The loaner blanket is a little bit bigger than Gillian's "manket."  But Gillian doesn't mind.  As long as Gillian can stick her fingers thru the stiches, she is one happy little girl.  I think that the loaner blanket is causing Gillian to sleep in an unusual way. 

Below is a picture of Gillian from Sunday night (the loaner blanket is the white blanket Gillian is using as a pillow).

Daddy moved Gillian so that her head was back on her pillow.  But the picture below is how I found Gillian this morning.

I checked the kids tonight and below are the pictures of how Gillian is sleeping.  Again, let me point out that Gillian's feet are on her pillow.






















Caught

I think I have mentioned in earlier posts that Gillian likes to take her Jammie's off at night. We put her to sleep and it normally takes her awhile to fall asleep. I guess during that time she gets bored and unzips her Jammie's and snuggled under the covers in just her diaper. I do check on her quite a bit and most nights I catch her and put her Jammie's back on her. But sometimes I'm too late and she has already fallen asleep. So all I do is put some extra blankets on the bed and hope she doesn't get cold. We have been putting her in regular Jammie's instead of feetie Jammie's. This has helped her stop striping.

Tonight Daddy put her to bed and said "if you take your Jammie's off, I will take away your manket." I checked on her once and she had her clothes on. I checked on her again and she was only in her diaper. I called daddy. I didn't say anything to Gillian. But as we were waiting for Daddy to come in the room, she whispered "No!" She knew what the consequences were. She would lose her manket. Daddy came in and took her blanket, folded it and put it on the ottoman. She cried. I got her dressed again and we talked about why she lost her blanket. Daddy picked her up and hugged her and again explained why she lost her blanket. She wasn't happy but she finally fell asleep. I hope she has learned her lesson.

Whistle Not Nice

One silver lining to being stuck at home for Hurricane Sandy, was that Gillian has finally come to terms with the fire whistle.  I'm sure I have mentioned it before, but we have a fire station behind our house.  The fire whistle goes off occasionally and Gillian has been afraid of it for awhile now.  When the whistle would go off, Daddy and I would go running to find Gillian paralyzed and crying.  She would shake and cry until the whistle stopped.  During Hurricane Sandy, the whistle went off every couple of hours.  She progressively got better with the whistle every time it went off.  We are now at the point where she covers her ears and says "Whistle Not Nice!"  Even though she is really cool with the whistle now, it went off during her nap today.  Daddy went running to find her very upset.  That I can totally understand why she was upset, I would be crying too if a whistle woke me up from a nap. 

Thud in the night

Late last night Daddy and I heard a thud. I went running into Gillian's room. I found Gillian climbing back into her bed with a rag doll. I asked her if she was okay. She just nodded. She snuggles under her blanket with her rag doll. I asked her again if she was okay. She nodded again. I asked her if she wanted music. Again she nodded. I put her music on and tucked her in. I think she was asleep the whole time.