A little over a year ago I sought your input on our gravelly, mulch-ridden front yard. Finally, today, we did something about it! Our landlord came over and spent all day helping us dig trenches, move gravel and put down sod. We aren’t quite finished, but I’m so pleased with the results so far!
(Don’t worry, Brook. There’s still room for guests to park!)
We have a problem. Poppy has been getting up every night at 2am and climbing into bed with us. This all started when she had a nightmare a few weeks ago, and Rockford told her that she could come into our room if she was scared. A few days later, I reiterated that promise. And now, I have a wiggly child next to me every single night.
I asked her two days ago why she was coming into our room every night. “Because I love you,” she said. It’s hard to argue with that, but that really isn’t why we started our open-door policy. I don’t think she’s had any more nightmares. I think she’s just waking up at 2 and deciding she’d like a change of scenery.
Last night I let her lay there for about an hour, and then I tried to pick her sleeping self up to carry her back to her room.
“Mommy!” she said so suddenly and clearly that I wonder whether she was asleep at all. “I don’t want to sleep in my bed. I don’t like to sleep all alone.”
I took her to her room anyway, and I laid down with her for a few minutes. Then I kissed her head, turned on her radio and told her to go to sleep.
When I woke up this morning, there she was next to me.
Now, Rockford was the first one to suggest she could come in to our room at night. But I’m pretty sure this is my fault anyway. I can’t sleep when Rockford’s out of town, so I scoop Poppy up and snuggle with her. Otherwise it’s 3am before I’m asleep. And I don’t function well on limited sleep.
But I think the first step is to stop scooping her up when he’s out of town. Other than that, though, I don’t have a clue as to how to keep her in her own room.
Do you?
Last summer, one of the Fancy Hotels in our town was doing a little social marketing by offering a free brunch through Twitter. I took them up on the offer, and a few weeks later they mailed me a certificate good for one free, fancy brunch. It wasn’t an entirely fancy-free brunch, though, because it was only good for one person. I did mention that this was for a Fancy Hotel, didn’t I? Their brunch is fancy to the tune of nearly $40 a person. (Little kids do, however, eat free. So there was that.)
Quite awhile after the certificate arrived, I told my neighbor about it. Not in a braggy sort of way, though. He works at Fancy Hotel’s Brunching Restaurant, and he found it pretty amusing that I had one of their Twitter promo things. Anyway, he said something along the lines of, “Let me know when you make your reservation, and I’ll get Rockford’s brunch for you half-price.”
So here we were, with the opportunity to have a Fancy Hotel Brunch for four for $20. And still! We waited until the very last possible day to use it.
I had intended to make a reservation sometime last week, but I forgot all about it until Sunday morning. Which was, of course, that very last day we could use it. Rockford called in the morning and secured our seats, and we headed over there around lunchtime.
This is getting too long for a post about brunch, so:
At the end of our Festival of Food, our server told Rockford that our neighbor had “taken care of” the rest of the check. (Our neighbor is awesome, and I am going to make some cookies for him. Maybe a pie, too.)
And that was a nice thing that happened this weekend.