I went home and the kids were grumpy and having a hard time so we went for a walk halfway around the cul-de-sac and then came home. I guess Marcos did that while I was gone because Preston was trying to fall asleep at 6:30, but he forgot to tell Dylan. The first thing Dylan did when I got home was to tell me that Papi went for a walk without him and forgot to tell him and he was sad and scared and crying. Oh man, how many traumatic experiences can we accidently impose on our children? I told him I was sorry and to remind Papi to tell you when he walks outside because it makes you nervous. The last little while he's been in this nervous, shy mode and gets all aggressive when he's embarrassed. I guess we all deal with emotions differently. I just cry about everything, stupid baby that I am.
We got the kids ready for bed, tucked them in, and headed down to the office to work on some more straightening. It's hard to finish a big project like this with young kids pulling things out of boxes so we just work on it an hour or two every night after the kids go to bed. Let me rephrase. I work on it an hour every night and remind Marcos to help me with it... :) No sooner did I start cleaning, than I hear Marcos saying, "Dylan?" He's been getting out of bed this whole week and trying to stall at bedtime as long as possible. Without even turning around I said, "Dylan, you'd better not be at the top of the stairs." I figured he'd run back upstairs before I could see him. Nope, instead I get a happy, cheerful response, "Mommy, but it's okay. Preston's here too. I just got him out of his crib." I walked over to the stairs and sure enough the two of them are standing at the top of the stairs holding hands in their pajamas. Man, it was too cute! I didn't even know Dylan could get Preston out of his crib...and with the monitor on I'm surprised we didn't hear it. I tried not to laugh as I walked up the stairs to put the kids back in bed. I guess Dylan thinks the reason he shouldn't leave his bedroom is because Preston might feel bad about it so he brought him with that time. That kid's always thinking.
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