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Tuesday Time to Tackle: How to Sleep Like a Baby

My sweet, adorable granddaughters came over yesterday to stay with us for a while.  The last time they were here, John and I clearly were not up-to-date with infant and toddler "sleep" routines.  Our oldest granddaughter protested the idea of sleeping in a crib in the guest room, even though we had a baby monitor to alert us each time she awakened.  Both of the girls treated time at Grandpa's and Grandma's house more like a slumber party rather than the "nighttime is for sleeping" concept to which we old folks subscribe.  We knew we'd have to adapt the routine this time if we wanted any shut-eye.
 
We decided we would all stay in the guest room last night:  youngest granddaughter in the crib, oldest granddaughter in the big bed with John and I.  In the early morning hours, inspiration for today's blog post hit!  Today's post comes compliments of my oldest granddaughter, who, if she could write, would surely compose this how-to list.

How to Sleep Like a Baby

1.  Convince your adults that you need to sleep anywhere but the crib. (It's OK if your little sister will sleep in a crib; she'll learn to follow your example soon enough.) The best way to do this is to wake frequently during the night and cry.  Bonus points if you and your sister alternate when you wake up. 

2.   When you wake up, do not need anything obvious.  Just demand to be held.  Soon enough, your adults will bring you to the big bed.  

3.  Once in the big bed, take only your fair share of space.  Just kidding!  


 
4.  Don't let your adults forget you are there!  Adults require constant reassurance that you are OK.  Be sure to flail your arms and legs.  If an adult scoots out of the way, be persistent.  

5.  When morning arrives, be completely and utterly adorable.  Giggle, coo, and laugh.  Convince your adults that nothing is more important than making you happy.

. . . unless, of course, Grandma blogs about it!



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Thanks for grandchildren, and sleep-deprived adults everywhere.
 
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  1. What a cute post.

    Sweet Dreams. . .

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    1. The girls slept all the way home in the car this morning. :-)

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  2. Great post! My husband and define "sleeping like a baby" as waking up every two hours to either go to the bathroom and/or get a drink of water.

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    1. As long as you are simultaneously crying, your definition should count. :-)

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  3. Well that little cutie sure nailed the "be completely and utterly adorable" part! I had a recent experience that was somewhat similar. My three year old granddaughter begged to spend the night while her five year old cousins (boys) were here. You guessed it, I rocked her most of the night until I finally brought her to bed with me. We both woke up NOT in the mood to be "completely and utterly adorable!" We'll try this again in two years!
    Cute post! Every grandma needs to read this!

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    1. I'm pretty sure I failed the adorable test, but the girls had no problem with it. :-)

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  4. HA! That is HILARIOUS!!!!!! I love that picture!!! Yeah- perhaps it's time for a nap!?

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    1. The girls went home this morning. Fortunately, last night we all slept fairly well. I imagine I'll sleep very well tonight! :-)

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  5. So cute, Kristi! I think a couple of my "Grands" were co-authors of that 5-Step program!

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    1. Yes, I'm sure my granddaughter wasn't the first to invent this method! :-)

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  6. That was just priceless! You really were inspired -- sleep deprivation will do that to you!

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