Chris made the kids go to the beach yesterday. Made them. They get all "oh man, not the BEACH AGAIN" when we suggest it, but we are mean parents and do not listen to them.
Once they are there, they act as if it was their idea. They run around and torment the seagulls. And then they make scale versions of their favorite cities in the sand. Yesterday was Taipei. They were very tired when they came home. Especially Studley, who was doing all this when he was supposed to be taking a nap.
He fell asleep on the kitchen floor while I was making dinner, around 4:30. Side note - ahahahahaha! I make dinner at 4:30 now! What am I, somebody's mother? Oh late night dinners, I miss you so.
I let him sleep for awhile because he was in the one spot that was not in my way. And then I had to drain the pasta and Chris said "er, can I move the kid before you step over him with a gigantic pot of boiling water?" He is so persnickety, that one. Chris tossed Studley in bed and the rest of us had dinner. We were very quiet because there were only eight dinner rolls and they wouldn't have split so easily between five people as they did four. Lucy of course had it all figured out and had gotten out her caliper and exacto knife to do the necessary dividing if need be.
After dinner I changed Studley into his pajamas, figuring he'd wake up. He didn't. He drooled a little on me, but that's about all the response I got. I figured, how bad could this possibly go? and put him to bed for the night.
"The night" ended promptly at 3:15 a.m.
Needless to say, I was a little sleepy at work today. But I do some of my best thinking in that space that hangs between asleep and awake. I had about 7 hours of that space today, so I thought a lot of thoughts.
One of my coworkers has a new puppy. She was telling me about her but in my addled state it all sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher talking.
her: mwah mwah mwah mwah puppy kindergarten mwah mwah.
her: mwah mwah mwah and she's totally crate trained...
me: crate trained? How big a crate? Where do you get them? Do you just use it at night or during the day when you need a break? How long do you leave her in there? What sort of dexterity is required to open it from the inside?
I think this crate thing is the answer to everything. Studley gets up so darn early and there seems to be no way of keeping him out of the refrigerator - especially the egg carton - without getting up and supervising him. I keep explaining that getting up to supervise him when I'd rather be sleeping is not an option, but the other people around here don't seem to get it.
I'll let you know how it goes. If it's successful, maybe I'll get one for myself and refuse to come out.