Mr. Sandman 911

I was talking about kids’ bedtimes with another mom the other day and she told me her 6-year-old is in bed at 7:45 and lights are out at 8 on school nights.

After I had a disturbing, yet satisfying, fantasy about smacking her, I realized I’ve been drinking my own bedtime Kool Aid. I say the girls’ bedtime is at 8, but really that’s just when they are getting good and hyper tired and Miss A is starting to climb on to furniture and scream Hannah Montana songs and I start asking threatening them to put on their pajamas. Then we usually crawl in bed about 8:15 for a bedtime story and it’s about 8:45 before anyone is asleep. Miss A, especially, is a night owl and has been known to wander out into the hallway well after 9.

Last night hubby and I were determined to get the girls in bed by 8 as Miss C’s been fighting a cold. We have a beautiful classical music CD collection that I listened to while I was pregnant with both girls that Miss A even refers to as the “night nights music.” I started playing the CD pretty early and the girls were in their pajamas by 7:45. Teeth were even brushed before 8. Oh the insanity!

As I read the girls a Beatrix Potter book, The Tailor of Gloucester, hereby known as the longest freaking book in the history of children’s literature with words on every page, such as pippin, that I had to stop and define and couldn’t help but do so in a fake British accent, I noticed Miss C’s breathing was becoming heavier. I tucked Miss A into her bed and told her I’d be back in five minutes  to check on her.

Ten minutes later Miss C called out that she wanted the hubby to come check on her.

Twenty minutes later, after the hubby had checked on Miss C, I peeked in on Miss A. She was awake but in a thumb sucking trance so I snuck down the hallway to Miss C’s room, certain she’d be sound asleep.

“Mommy come lay down with me. I can’t fall asleep,” Miss C begged in her most pitiful voice as I popped my head in her room.

“Miss C I thought you were really, really tired. You need lots of rest so you feel good for Halloween night.”

“I know mommy, but we went to bed too early. I can’t sleep if I’m in bed too early. This is what happens!”

Kids…can’t get them to go to sleep before 8:30 p.m., can’t pump them full of Benadryl.

What time do your kids go to bed and what are their ages? I don’t get Miss C up until about 6:50 in the morning since I don’t take her to school until 7:40, so I supposed I could get her up earlier, but that’s my morning solitude with uninterrupted coffee time and it’s precious people.

Fall Night At The Park

Little girl laughter

Warming the crisp nighttime air

Like streaks of sunshine

-Dedicated to my Aunt Betty (my mother’s only sister), who died yesterday at age 69.

Water Baby

Guess who swam underwater at the pool this weekend without the aid of floaties?

I’m really proud of Miss C. When we were in Florida just last month she hesitated to even jump in the pool with her floaties on and insisted that the hubby or I stay close by constantly.

I’d love to say she inherited her swimming ability from me, but I’m not a very good swimmer. The hubby, however, used to lifeguard at our little hometown country club pool in the late 80s.

And now, some great moments in Miss C’s road to floaty freedom.


Summer 2003


Miss C navigating the chlorinated waters in her posh, super deluxe, pimped out baby float, the S.S. Sippycup, with daddy ’s help.



Summer 2007


 Miss C taking swimming lessons at the YMCA while mommy tries to observe casually from the sidelines and take a few photos without crossing the line and becoming one of those obnoxious overzealous scrapbooking mothers.


Speaking of scrapbooking (I occasionally sit down and work on digital scrapbook pages for the girls), guess who didn’t have a camera to record yesterday’s momentous occasion?

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