First, the biggest up: my boys got bunk beds! (Technically, that's an up AND down - get it? A bunk bed joke!) They are so deliriously happy! And the transition for Gavi from the crib to the bed was a joke. I was talking it up for so long, and he didn't have a single issue. Of course, he'd been crawling in and out of the crib for about six months, so it certainly wasn't an issue of being trapped vs. being free! And Caleb took to the top bunk like a champ. I was a little worried of his tentativeness coming into play, but he hauled his little bottom up that ladder and made me proud. Gavi followed immediately after, but so far, we're having great luck with them staying in their own beds to sleep - Gavi goes to Caleb's bed when they wake up in the morning, just like he did before.
My favorite quote the first night was Gavi shouting at Caleb that it wasn't HIS bed, it was Grandpa's bed! Yes, Grandpa brought them, set them up, and helped me take our old bed to storage. He didn't build them, but he did adapt used ones to be safe. (Which I'm not sure was entirely necessary, but better to be safe than sorry.) Now it's impossible for them to fall out of either bunk, and it has a ladder. The old occupants just climbed up the footrail, but since Caleb is significantly younger than those boys were, Grandpa made it more easily accessible. I'm probably going to have to discourage the climbing of the footrail. As soon as they discover it, it will be one more jungle gym for them!
The down news to go along with Grandpa's awesome bunk beds is that Grandpa and Grandma Garmane have been stationed at Edwards AFB for about a year. Not cool. To be honest, I don't think they would have minded so much leaving Meg, Jon and I if it weren't for those three cute grandboys. But they'll be able to come back every few months to visit for a couple weeks, so it still won't be too bad. (But my heart says, I haven't gone three months without seeing my mommy in over a decade!)
Declan is now sleeping in the crib. We sent the cradle to live with Baby Girl Rothe. Those are both ups.
The down of THAT side is that Dex rarely SLEEPS! He's fallen into the curse of my boys' lack of sleep. I did Babywise until I was blue in the face, and knew at three months that there is something in my kids' nature that overcomes the nurturing routine I have him on. He still rarely sleeps more than four hours in a row at night - which he was doing better than at two months. I kid you not. I have switched to formula - high fat - and giving him cereal a couple hours before bedtime, and he still wakes up screaming his tiny head off. (That head is getting bigger, though - he's becoming quite the little chunk!)
I'm not even talking to my neighbor right now, because I can't give her the opportunity to have a problem with the noise or I'll CRY. Not kidding. Chances are, she can't hear him - or Gavi, when he does the same thing still - but I can't risk her saying something. It's poopy, because I really miss her!
The even DOWNER side of that is that I can't get enough sleep to stay healthy. I'm managing to stay sane just with a sheer infusion of caffeine, but my health is deteriorating. I've had a stupid infection in my tooth for over a month now that just won't heal. I had to finally declare a sick day on Sunday and take two naps during the day to try to get caught up just a tiny bit. I'm drinking water like crazy, and chowing on fruits and veggies to make sure I'm getting every kind of nutrient I need, and exercising multiple times a week, but I'm still weak and whiny. I need sleep!
Dex is now sitting up! And instead of crawling, he gets up to his hands and knees, walks his knees as far forward as they'll go, then collapses forward and starts again. It's SO cute! He also likes to get up to his feet from a crawling position and walk them almost to his hands. He just can't move those arms yet. But I suspect he'll be walking as early as Gavi was.
I'm starting the process of POSSIBLY finding Caleb a preschool. I don't really LIKE the idea, especially since the one across the street from us is five days a week. However, I do feel like he needs a chance to get prepared for school without his little brother always being an issue. I know how smart he is without my even trying, and he's super-socialized thanks to MOPS and the gym and all our playdates, but he never has any structure. That's where my argument against preschool falls apart. My whole thought was, "I'm staying home from work so that I can be with my kids - so why would I send him to school a whole year earlier than I need to?" (I'm not a home-schooler, y'all. Don't want to hear the arguments for it, honestly.) But hearing moms talk about how educationally advanced kindergarten is these days makes me a little nervous. One gal at my table was talking about how her kindergartener JOURNALS every night. What the crap?
Anyway, they're pretty small downs in an overall UP life. (Love the movie Up, by the way. Except for the old guy trying to push the kid out of the blimp, which of course is the scene Caleb is fixated on.) God is SO good to me and mine, and he is faithful in every little thing. I trust him that my children will sleep before I die of exhaustion, and if that's my biggest complaint in life, I am truly blessed. REALLY!