Green Light

In a blog post back in August '08, I said this was the best invention ever, but I would like to officially name a recent purchase I made on Amazon.com as the new contender. 

Behold.  The invention that is so ingenious, it only has to sit there and it magically keeps an active toddler in his bed.

 

 I bought this after Will began climbing out of his crib and surprising us during the 6:00 hour of the morning ("Hi, Mama!  Hi, Mama!  I outta my bed!  C'mon, Mama!").  The rule for the big boys is to stay in their beds until the first number on their clock is a 7.  And the rule for Will is to stay in his bed until the light is green.  It can also function as a regular alarm clock, but for now, I set the time Will is allowed to get up (7:00 a.m.), and until that time, the traffic light will show red.  Red equals Keep Your Butt in the Bed.  At 7:00 a.m. sharp, the light turns green and stays that way for an hour.  And then Will is allowed to run to our room with his exuberant morning greeting.

The clock worked wonderfully while he was in his crib.  He would excitedly tell us, "My light green!  I outta my bed!"  But I wasn't sure if it would be as effective after we converted his crib to a toddler bed.  It's just so much easier to climb out of a regular bed than a crib.  If he woke up before 7, would he really just lie patiently and wait?
The answer is most of the time.  There were 2 mornings he woke up at 6:50 a.m.  I watched on the video monitor as he sat in his bed, glancing over at his clock.  After 5 minutes of patient sitting (an impressive feat in itself for Will!), he climbed out of his bed.  I put him back in his bed and explained he had to wait until the light was green, and that he only had to wait for 2 more minutes. ("Two minutes" is Will's favorite expression as of late.  Everything will be done in "two minutes, Mama".)  And he stayed in his bed for the remaining 2 minutes (that was really 4 minutes) and then ran to our room excitedly for a second time that morning.

The other two mornings he got up shortly before 7 can be blamed on poop.  And I'm not faulting him for those.  Who wants to lie down when you have a diaper full of morning poop?

I love this clock.  It's simple, it's cute, and it's perfect.  Every night before he goes to bed, Will tells us, "I outta my bed when my light green.  No go in Day-do (Jacob) and Alte's (Alex's) room.  Go in Mama and Daddy's room."  The transition from crib to bed is one I always dread.  But this has made it painless.

Big Boy bed

Somewhere in the neighborhood of 2 months ago, as I sat at the downstairs computer and enjoyed some down time while Will napped, I heard running footsteps above me. Since the big boys were at school and Skye was asleep in the room with me, I used some quick deductive reasoning:

There's a really loud and not at all stealthy intruder in the house.  Maybe I should scream?

Or...

Will has learned to climb out of his crib.   And, maybe I should scream?

I'm not saying I'd rather have an intruder, but I was not at all thrilled when I heard Will call out, "I outta my bed! I outta my bed!"
Because when a toddler finally has that realization of, "Hey...this crib isn't jail. There's no lock and key here. No roof either. What if I just use my superior climbing skills and see what happens when I swing this leg over the rail and drop?", it doesn't usually bring good things. Why stay in a crib when it's so easy to just climb out and see what everyone else is up to?

But we were pleasantly surprised.  He still napped well and wasn't getting out of his bed in the middle of the night.  He did, however, occasionally surprise me at my bedside with a good morning greeting that was WAY too early to be a good morning.  When he woke up early in his pre-crib climbing days, he would entertain himself in his crib for a while before calling for me.  No need for that now when it's much more fun to wake Mom up and have her entertain you!  But still, since he was doing well for the most part, Jeff and I weren't in a hurry to convert his crib into a toddler bed. 

But today, we bit the bullet and got it done.

The Before pic:



  

 

And, the After:

 

 We called Will up to his room after the job was done to show him his "brand new big boy bed!"  He ran in, but promptly skidded to a halt when he looked at his former crib.  His first response?

 

"Uh-oh!  Uh-oh!"  Because something was missing, Mommy and Daddy!  Why are you not concerned about this?!  Will asked with a concerned Southern twang, "Where my rail go?"

 

When we convinced him that it was really OK and that his missing rail was in a safe place, he accepted his new bed.

 

 

And he was pretty excited about it. 



We added a little side rail later. He'll still be able to climb in and out at the foot of the bed, but we don't want him to fall out during the night. The kid is like a human pinball while he sleeps.

So far, the big boy bed is a success. He loves it and he can safely maneuver in and out of it. Whether or not he stays in it all night remains to be seen...

Cue the ominous music.

3 Boys and a Dog

It took me a long time to feel ready for another dog.  As I mentioned, the loss of our Westie, Hailey, was very traumatic for me.  The fact that it was so sudden and unexpected (she was only 8 years old) gave us no time to try and prepare for what was to come.  The fact that we were out of town when her health took a quick, downward spiral was even worse.  My mom and the veterinarian kept me informed of her status via cell phone during our long drive.  And instead of driving to our home at the end of our trip, Jeff and I found ourselves at the vet hospital looking down at Hailey, who was lying on a table.  She was on morphine, already no longer with us, but she was still breathing.  There was nothing more they could do. 

And that is when I had to make the hardest decision of my life.  I cried, I petted her, I laid my head on her and hugged her.  And I didn't want to leave the room.  The vet kindly cut a snippet of Hailey's white hair, and made a pawprint for us as keepsakes.  And then I watched them inject her.  It was quick and peaceful.  But it was still horrible and something I couldn't believe I was seeing. 
And in spite of knowing it was what we had to do, the decision and the memory of it still bring me to tears.  Sobs, actually.  Hailey was a wonderful, sweet dog all 8 years of her life, and every member of this household loved her.

I wonder when I'll be able to talk or write about this without crying. 

About 1 year after she'd been gone, I started to consider another dog for our home.  I missed Hailey so much, and missed the presence of a dog.  Plus, the older boys were asking when we could get another one.

Jeff and I both agreed we wanted to adopt a dog from a rescue organization.  As I researched, I was saddened and surprised by how many dogs are in shelters and foster homes.  I am an advocate now for pet adoption.  There are too many pets out there who have been abandoned or mistreated who need homes.
Jeff and I didn't tell the boys, but we went to a function held by a local rescue organization to meet some of their available dogs.  When one of the puppies fell asleep on my lap, I was pretty smitten.  We even had the dog come out to our home for a visit.  But Jeff talked me down from the ledge of Puppy Ownership, and made me realize that it would be a LOT of work on top of the TONS of responsibilities and work we already have on our plates.  And he was right.  But he did say that in a couple of years, after the boys are a little older, we could adopt a puppy.  (There- now it's in writing, Jeff.)

The foster mom of the puppy we met suggested a dog named Molly for our family.  She thought we should definitely meet her.  So we did.  Jeff and I liked Molly instantly.  At 40 pounds, she was much larger than any dog I've ever owned.  But she was playful, spunky, and very sweet.  However, our first introduction did not go very well for Alex and Will, as they both got knocked to the ground during the excited dog's antics.
After much discussion and another visit with Molly (but this time at OUR house), we agreed as a family to adopt her.  Molly was a cute name, but we decided to change it to Skye.  One eye is sky blue, her fur is the color of the night sky, and most importantly, Skye is short for Skywalker. 

On August 4th, the day of her official adoption, I think we all felt a mixture of excitement and nerves.  I hoped she'd be the same sweet dog we met.  And I really hoped she was a perfect match for our family.

The drive to her new home...

And when we arrived home, (Molly) Skye didn't want to budge from the front yard.  I think she was apprehensive too.

 

Thankfully, it only took a couple of weeks to adjust to her new surroundings.  And then she made herself right at home.

 

She even graduated from a Beginner's Training Class, and we've just enrolled her in the Intermediate level.  Mainly so we can put a hat on her head again.

 

 

Alex was skittish around her at first, but I remember how happy it made me when he initiated contact with her for the very first time.

 





Jacob has always been an animal lover, so he took to Molly Skye right away.

 

And Will?  Well, he thinks Skye is one of the most amusing things on the planet. 

When she runs?  Will belly laughs.  When she kisses him?  He finds it the most hilarious thing ever.

Yes, as a 2-year old, he is a bit too rough with her at times.  He sits on top of her.  He grabs her hair.  But he also bestows many kisses and hugs upon her.  He loves her very much.

 

 

 

In fact, he is so taken with her, he channels his inner dog on a daily basis. 





He's excellent at staying character.  He doesn't even speak when he is Doggy Will.

He crawls around with his tongue out and makes panting sounds. 

He approaches humans (crawling, of course) and begs for an invisible bone.  And he won't leave your side until you hand him one.

He digs in the dirt.

Sometimes he even kisses like Skye, which is always a...wet surprise.

And when you hear a scratch at the back door?  In this house, you can't always assume it's Skye.

Because sometimes, it's a 2-year old with a mild case of identity confusion who thinks he needs to come in for a sip out of his water bowl.

 

But the identity confusion goes both ways.  All that's missing is a glass of wine for her to sip on.

So is it any wonder that Will was a dog for Halloween?  There really was no other option. 

Luckily, he didn't feel the need to crawl from house to house.  And he said "Tee tee cheet" (trick or treat) when people opened their doors instead of barking.

I'll always miss and love Hailey.  But Skye and I have bonded and I love her too.  And I'm so glad the boys (and even Jeff) love her just as much.