Still with the beds

Update** Kiefer has not fallen out of bed in 5 nights! Reagan has only fallen out a total of 4 times and 3 of those were in the same night! He must have been having bad dreams. Two nights straight for him, though.   So they are sleeping straight through the night and still taking at least 2 hour (usually closer to 3) naps. Its so fun to wake up to them playing and laughing in the room (gated in, of course).   PTL!

Crisis diverted and trikes.

I was going to post something yesterday, but when I went to look at my recent pictures for an idea, I couldn't.find.my.pictures.  Gone. All gone. iPhoto. Gone.  I started out confused, called Donnie to see what I should do, and by the end of the conversation, he was on his way home and I was panicked. P-a-n-i-c-k-e-d. And in tears. And in prayer. 

I searched for iPhoto. I searched for individual photos. All I could find was that a photo library did "not exist" on my computer.  I checked the trash and found iPhotoLibrary6 right there in the trash can.  I remembered that, for the first time in a long time, I caught the boys messing with the keyboard/mouse while I was in their room putting away clothes. Somehow they sent my pictures to the trash?  So I tried to retrieve it. I'm not good at things like that.  So then I decided to continue folding laundry and waited for Donnie. In the meantime, through my tears, I tried to remember which photos were on Shutterly, which ones were on Facebook and my blog. Which ones we already had printed. And... which ones were not backed up anywhere. 

To make a LONGER story almost over, Donnie found all of the pictures. The ones we transferred from our old computer were easily retrieved. The ones we've loaded since getting this computer (almost a year ago) were in a random place and were not easily transferred. And now they are all out of order and some have wrong dates. But, if that's my biggest problem, then I am happy. 

Whew. Crisis diverted. 

I'm still a little afraid to touch anything that has to do with photos, so I will wait until another time to do that.  I have some shots of Reagan and Kiefer trying out their Radio Flyer trikes (from Grandpa Wayne and Grandma Nancy) that Donnie put together in the nice weather on Sunday. Its still a little hard for the boys to reach the pedals and move them at the same time. But by the end of Spring, I'm sure they'll be pros. 

3 words: Big Boy Beds

***Update: I arrived home to two SLEEPING babies. Kirsten put them down and after a few minutes of talking, they both fell asleep. If I believed in knocking on wood, I would be doing that right now. This seems to good to be true. 

They've taken over our last 5 days. 

That actually sounds worse than the reality, because I really couldn't imagine it going any better.

It was the endless searching for the beds and then the bedding and then the buying of the finally found beds and bedding. And then the clearing out of the room and the purging of all things "baby" and then the setting up the beds and the setting up of the new sleep environment....

And then came the first time to try out the beds... nap time on Monday. I don't know if we made too big of a deal of "yea!-you-are-getting-new-beds-and-they'll-be-so-fun-and-you-are-such-big-boys-now" or if Reagan and Kiefer were just being Reagan and Kiefer, but here's how it went down. 

We got the beds up and ready (with the help of Uncle Eric) right before lunchtime. I made lunch and they were both so tired, they could hardly hold their heads up to shovel in the mac-n-cheese.  Lunch ends, we clean them up, and take them into their new big boy room. Then the rush of energy hits. On the beds, off the beds. On brother's bed, off brother's bed. We finally get them tucked in, give kisses, do the blinds-fan-lights routine, and leave the room. And then go back in the room every 5 minutes for the next THREE HOURS. Kiefer would be so tired, he could barely leave his eyes open, I'd leave the room and within a minute, I'd hear him cracking up at whatever shananigan his brother was doing. And then I'd get Reagan in with his dog, puppy, dino and bear and he'd close his eyes, apparently long enough for me to shut the door before he'd be up and on his brother's bed.  I thought "put the crib back up! I'm not doing this!" We didn't know if we should just call it a bust and get them up and try again at bedtime. BUT THEN they finally fell asleep, three hours after our first "night-night"s. And then I had to wake them up at 5:00 just to ensure they'd sleep that night!  

BUT, we went to dinner with Donnie's mom, sisters, and grandma that night, and as soon as we got home, we got on jammies, read some books, and "flew" to the new beds... and braced ourselves for a long night.  

Not a sound, until the THUD in the night. Otherwise known as Kiefer hitting the hardwood floor. And then the second THUD.  But that's it. They slept straight through until their regular waking time. Same with night #2 (with two falls from K and one from R. Luckily the beds are pretty low to the floor and we've been padding the floor with piles of blankets) They actually slept in this morning. 

Today will be the second round for naps, so we'll see. (They napped at school yesterday.) Aunt Kirsten will put them down so I'll either come home to sleeping babies big boys or to 2 big boys enjoying their new freedom. 

Making Valentines for friends

working hard

really concentrating

"roaring" like the lion

still really concentrating [smile]

*** and yes, there was one in each stack for "Tay-tee"

Wordless Wednesday.

Or maybe a few words. 

Two years ago today. 

Just babes.

 

Bringing Up Boys

Or... Boys Will Be Boys

or... SmackDown 2009

or... TwinMania 

or... Just An Average Friday

Their faces give it away, but they are actually having fun. They were cracking up the whole time. Reagan has finally figured out that he is bigger than his brother. I think he realizes he has a lot of catching up to do, because every once in a while, he'll just walk over and tackle Kiefer. 

Girls kissing (my) boys

When I was walking the boys to their classroom this morning, Kiefer pointed at a girl and said "Tay-tee, Tay-tee."  I kissed and squeezed them and said good-bye and was putting their backpacks in their cubbies. I heard one of the teachers say to "Tay-tee's" mom, "I've never seen her do that!" The mom said, "I haven't either, but Katie tells me every day that she kisses the boys at school." I'm half listening as I'm trying to scoot out the door, and then the mom looks at me and says, "And especially your boys! Katie says she kisses Reagan and Kiefer every day!"   

So, my boys have had their first "playground kiss." I never would have thought they'd be on the receiving end. When they were 2.  And, as Donnie said, from a "cougar!" (Katie is 3 0r 4)

*** Side note. I know I have been terrible with new posts lately. I feel like I haven't been home much lately and I haven't taken many pictures, which are usually the inspiration behind the posts.  Hopefully I'll get back to speed here soon before you all decide to quit checking up on us!