Last week the kids and I went to Carlsbad to visit my father and his family who were staying there for the week. I knew the kids would have great fun as they have two little girls, 8 and 4, that would play wonderfully with my kids.
Well, poor Connor was introduced to the differences between boys and girls. It wasn't anything specific but occasionally he would emerge from the bedrooms dejected with his head hanging. It was so sad. But so cute. Connor isn't used to be left out because he and his sister are inseparable. In addition, most of our friends have sons, so he isn't used to being around so many girls.
The next day we went to the San Diego Zoo. It was fabulous. We bought the guided bus tour and that made it great, not nearly as much walking. We also went on the Skyfari ride, gondolas across the park. While we are waiting in line, me and the three kids. Connor sticks his head through the railing and gets it stuck. *sigh* After I struggle with the baby in my arms to get him unstuck I finally give the baby to a stranger. I still can't get him unstuck. Finally another stranger comes over and pulls the bars apart. I don't see any noticeable difference and think it isn't working, but it was just enough for his head to slide through. And just in time for us to get on the ride.
That night the kids are exhausted and go to sleep early. At home Connor sleeps in his twin bed with a guard rail. But since he would be in a sleeping bag on a full size bed I wasn't too worried. Also the bed was pretty close to the ground. Did I mention there was a planned power outage that night?
I awake to some crying and find my flashlight. Connor is crying so loudly that I am surprised he hasn't woken the other three girls in the room. But I can't find him, he isn't in the bed or on the floor. His cries sound muffled. Now in my sleep stupor I am remembering an episode of the Twilight Zone where a child gets sucked into an alternate universe behind her bedroom wall. It seems plausibe at 2 am.
But I look under the other bed and that's where he is. He rolled off his bed and over halfway under Lainy Ann's bed. So I am dragging him out when he lifts his head and bangs it on the bottom of the metal bed. So on top of being scared he is now hurt. I spent the rest of the night with his feet in my back worrying he would fall off my bed too.
The next night I put him on the floor in my room. He spent most of the night trying to turn over into the wall. My poor guy.