Just Go to Bed!!!!!

Well we thought we solved our problem of Hyrum going to sleep in his big boy bed. After talking it over with several parents in Utah we finally came up with the idea to put the child proof door handle on the inside of his door at night. This way I would say "Goodnight sweetheart," hand him his piggie flashlight and a couple of books and then close his door. (Later, after he was asleep I would open the door so he could get us if he needed something in the middle of the night.) This was a dynamite plan and it worked beautifully for three nights--no fussing, no messing around, no Deborah or Aaron camped on Hyrum's floor for half of the night.

However, Wednesday night Mr. Smarty Pants out-thought the system. I put him to bed about 8:30p.m., at about 10:30p.m. I came upstairs, thinking that all was quiet and well with him, and noticed that there was light coming from under his door. The little guy had simply got out of bed and turned on his bedroom light. By the time I got up there he had his entire toy box poured out on the floor, every colored ball on his bed, and he was standing on his rocking chair trying to reach items on a top shelf. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! He cracked the system!!! It's not like I can put a child-lock on the light switch. Now I have to re-think this whole thing all over again.

The Family Car

So the big conversation around the house lately is that we need another car. Maybe it is because I am pregnant and, let's be honest with each other here, out of my mind emotional and irrational, but I can't get my mind around this concept. I think I said something today to Aaron about him "not wanting to be in the same car with us anymore" and that is why he wants his "own" car. Aaron just laughed. "Deborah, I just need to be able to be on time for work without having to wait for everyone to be ready." And, you know, he has a point there. Especially since baby #2 will be arriving shortly. Plus I'm not in love with sitting outside his office for twenty minutes waiting for him to come out, or rushing through something to pick him up, or being STRANDED in this teeny little house all day. Ok, so maybe it is an ok idea after all.

The one thing about it is that I don't want to be lumped into the "Mommy and Kids" car category while Daddy has his car. Although, I guess I should have thought about that before we had Hyrum. When you have children, in a sense, you start to get all lumped together as a category in you husband's mind: wife and kids. It's like we are luggage or something. Notice it is never "Daddy and kids" car. No no no. Yet at the same time, would I want that? No.

I can see that my senses are somewhat muddled by hormones at the moment. Somewhere deep down a part of me wants to think logically and say "yes, poor chap, he needs his own transportation." After all he has basically been dropped off or encouraged to ride public transit for the last four years. By golly! Is giving the man his own vehicle the end of the world? NO! It actually would free us all up.

We'll see how I feel about this tomorrow...