Ruler of the Nest.

 And No, I'm not just talking about the one attached to her lovely noggin

(though she throws a fit every single day I attempt to comb thru her nights work)

 I know that I have already addressed this half a dozen times,

but I just got to say it again.

This little pip squeak is the Queen around this joint

and the worst part is... she is fully aware of it.

 And night seems to be her prime.

Honestly, I can't remember the last peaceful night we had around here.

Remember when I told you that she started climbing out of her crib after I got rid of the bottle?

(stupid google. stupid bottle mouth scare. stupid everything.)

 Well, that was the beginning of the end.

Gigi used to be the easiest babe in creation to put to bed.

Now? Bahahahahaha!

She drives us nuts.

 Starts out every night in Lu's bed, then she cries to be moved to Rock's bed,

then she gets out, stands at the top of the stairs and screams to be moved to the chair

(we moved it to the hallway upstairs. don't ask. we're suckers.)

then she decides on the floor next to Lu's bed,

and finally in my arms on the couch downstairs.

It's been a nightmare.

That is until we out smarted her at my parents house.

My good ol Dad figured out a contraption to keep her in her port a crib.

It consists of 2 tall boards, a corner of the room, and bungee rope.

Freak. that sounds awful.

It only took one night in it and then we gave her the option all the rest.

Do you want the crib? or the bed?

Of course, she's no dummy...she chose the bed and stayed in it all the nights long.

Awesome.

Until we came home...Sonny and I couldn't bear to set the jerry rigged port a crib up.

And our nights have been a little on the H-E double hockey sticks side since.

Last night though, we set it back up and declared war for our sacred hours back!

11pm it was over and the little darling was asleep.

Sadly, Sonny and I didn't feel victorious though.

Why do they look so cute and innocent when they are asleep!!??

We felt a little guilty and I wondered how many years of counseling she would need
to get over being locked in a high walled port a crib?

(Maybe we should save for that instead of college...)

So here we are...9pm wednesday night with a little napless sweetie on my lap as I type this.

My white flag is up.
She's won.

I can't do it again.

Somebody call me tomorrow with a love and logic lecture please.

I just don't know what the H-E double hockey sticks to do!

(sorry. just felt like writing that again. hehe.)

the end.

Oh and I would have totally posted a picture of the contraption,

but I was scared someone would go all cps on me.

seriously.

:)