I continually complain about is how impossible it is to get twins to go to sleep. Every night is a party. Maddie and Sophie's room consists of four walls, their beds, and a dresser, NO TOYS. One might think this would discourage playtime, but no such luck. They swing from the posts of their four poster beds, and pull down dresses from their closet in order to change clothes about a half-dozen times. I've completely given up at trying to get them to go straight to sleep. I now tuck them each in with a book, and leave the light on for a few minutes.
One night last week, reading-time quickly turned to play-time. Brian had just left for Red River (we're moving soon and he's started a new job), and I was exhausted from putting everyone to bed (a ritual that we usually do as a team). I had flopped down on the couch to watch t.v. and veg for a few minutes before starting the laundry, when I heard, "Mama, Sophie stuck!" over the monitor. I pried myself up, and slowly climbed the stairs. You may not think I was taking this cry for help seriously enough, but "stuck" usually means that one of them has become tangled in their pajamas while trying to remove them.
I had almost reached the top of the stairs when Maddie fist punched the baby gate that imprisons them in their room, ran into the hall and yelled at me, "MAMA SOPHIE STUCK!!". She led me into their room and pointed out that Sophie had scaled the back of her head board, repelled down the back, and was now hopelessly pinned between the headboard and the wall.
After the rescue, Grammie and I both looked at Maddie and congratulated her on a fabulously successful rescue mission. Never leave a twin behind! Semper Fi!
