Another Weekend

First off, ya'll say hi to Ted! He pushed that little "follow" button over there in the right-hand column and is the newest (out loud and proud) follower of this little ol' blog of mine. He's also my small group leader and I may or may not have bribed him to follow because it's been such a long time since anyone pushed that little button and made me feel like some of you actually enjoy dropping by this little web-home we've made. Anyway. Enough about me and my obvious hints.



It's nice when the end of the weekend rolls around and I actually feel rested and accomplished and ready to face Monday morning. As opposed to tired and cranky and confused as to where the weekend disappeared off to.


We put Violet to bed about an hour ago, and for once, she didn't wail and demand we sit in the hallway. We gently (but firmly) reminded her that we would be right downstairs, and she went to sleep. Victory! Now, if tonight holds true to every night in the past week, she'll awaken at some point, crying, at which I'll stumble out into the living room and yell up the stairs that "Mommy's right here, go to sleep!" Upon hearing those words, the cry will be cut off mid-scream and Violet will go back to sleep. It's the oddest thing.

The grandmas spent the night last night so Matt and I could have ourselves a date night with friends and they were amazed that Violet followed this routine to the letter. We instructed them to put Violet in bed, expect her to cry for two or three minutes, then remind her that they were still there (but under no circumstances were they to reenter the room or show their faces), and she would morph from screaming toddler to peaceful dreamer. And so she did. When we left I could sense the trepidation in the grandmas, but they held strong and sure enough, a minute or two of drama and Violet was passed out sweetly. Thanks, moms! You passed the test!

(I know ya'll are probably getting tired of hearing about this bedtime tap dance, but it's been at the forefront of our parenting story these days, so hear of it you must. Unless you choose to scoot on over to one of the other fabulous blogs you follow, where the moms have things far more under control than I... (or so you think... we're all in one big beautiful mess together, some of us just cover it up with more flair than others).)