Our soon-to-be 3 year old, Ivy, was not in a great mood last night. When I was putting the girls to bed she did the usual 2 year old thing of crying and getting upset about me doing what she asked me to do. She wasn’t happy with any of the choices I gave her. Nothing was right. She didn’t want the pillows there. I didn’t set them up right. Her water bottle didn’t go there. I couldn’t even decipher most of the requests. But in the end, Ivy and Emma went to sleep really fast and no one besides Ivy got upset.
It was a pretty big deal for me. I didn’t lose my cool. I didn’t threaten. I just gave them choices. It was going much better than what I wrote about in this post. And they did good, even though there was some crying and yelling (mostly directed at me).
Then, we only got woken up one time last night (by the baby). This was also a big deal, since we’ve been woken up probably four times a night for the past several nights.
I woke up on my own this morning. No one was crying. It was awesome.