Already?

Private Benjamin and Czar Nicholas cannot believe it--another National Guard weekend again?
Mom believes it. And the ladies don't even realize it as long as someone feeds and burps them, soothes them, and cleans them. Saturday night went well. Mom managed to bathe the boys and get them to go to bed on time. And everyone ate at least all of their corn for dinner once again, although mom had to clean some spaghetti off the walls and floor. (Too aggravated to take a picture of that at the time. Thank you Benjamin.) And the ladies were down by 9:00, up at 1:00, and up a 6:00. A pretty successfully night, especially since the girls are learning that other than feeding, burping and changing, nighttime is for sleeping. It might help that mom and dad fumble through the dark for the feeding, change diapers without much sight, and never, ever make eye contact.
7:00 a.m. and books are being flung from the cribs in the toddler's room. It might not be long before the thud of a book becomes the thud of a child since they are learning that climbing means freedom. And climbing can take place in the crib, on the furniture, onto the dryer from the vacuum cleaner, on the turned over rocking horse with scary features sticking up in the air, over the console to the front seat of the van, and on and on. Still mom is more afraid at this point of providing the freedom of a toddler bed. For now, the ladies will call the pack-n-play home and the boys will call the cribs jail.