We had our Pacifier Party! It was wonderful. We had cupcakes and balloons at school with our friends (which was nice because Emmett could take part in it, even if he has no pacifier to give up), then we marched down the hall to the infant room and we gave our pacifiers to the babies. It was perfect. We were so proud. Right up until we reached the top of the stairs on our way to our room for nap that day. At that point, you would have thought that the world was ending.

We screamed, we threw toys against the wall and against the door, we hit each other, and we did not care that Mom was trying to be patient and understanding. We wanted our pacifiers.

Fast forward one week: We are no longer asking for our pacifiers, but we still are not napping. It is as if recognizing that we could live without pacifiers made us believe that we could live without Bunny and without Lamby too. (Mom and Dad take away privileges when we are bad, and it is a privilege to have a snuggly Bunny or Lamby and blanket when we nap.) If we just sat in our beds quietly during naptime, but didn’t nap, it would be okay. But we don’t do that. We jump off of our beds. We climb up on the cubbies and jump off of them. We pull the coat hooks out of the wall. We empty the dresser. We get into the booty wipes and we de-stuff the box. It’s mayhem.

So yesterday, we lost all of our privileges. We lost all our stuffed animals, our blankets, our favorites toys, and our freedom. We were confined to our room yesterday afternoon and we weren’t allowed to go to swim lessons. Sound harsh? We didn’t care. We made up a new game called Owe-y Boo-Boo. It involves one person leaning up against the wall, and the other grabbing that person and throwing him or her to the floor. It was great fun.

We are so exhausted that Tessa almost fell asleep at recess yesterday. Her teacher was wondering if she was getting enough sleep at home. The flip side of that is that Tessa has been so tired that she is no longer trying to push her friends around the playground, which may or may not have been something that she picked up from her older brothers.

So where does that leave us today? Well, we aren’t really sure. Last night wasn’t great. Turns out it is not so comfortable sleeping in a bed with no pillow or stuffies. Just one, prison-issued blanket. We cried for a bit and asked for more of our stuff. To no avail. But this morning we declared that we are going to be nice! We want our toys and our stuffed animals and popcorn! Popcorn? Yeah, we aren’t sure where that came from either, as we have only had it once or twice in our lives, but we asked for it.

And Mom said that if we are nice we can have it. Only problem is that our memories are short these days when it comes to privileges and long when it comes to demands.

Stay tuned,
The Littlest Pigs

Posted in Emmett Alexander, Riley James, Tessa Kate

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