Last weekend, we were part of an expedition to the Chicago LDS Temple. My genius friends, Kelly and Brooke, thought to go the night before, find a hotel with a swimming pool (for only $35 a night, thanks to Brooke, Ms. Priceline Negotiator), and alternate which adults would attend a session at the temple, and which would stay at the hotel to watch the kids swim. It was fantastic. My big girls loved the swimming (especially Olivia, since she is now cast-FREE), and Annabel thought the halls were one long race track. You can run down the hall, then back up the hall. Then back down the hall, ad infinitum.
Until bedtime. . of course. I never have quite caught the vision of how to make a baby sleep well in a hotel room with her parents and siblings. I have tried:
*padding the tub and putting the baby in the dark bathroom
*pushing the pack-n-play into that little entryway area
*hiding the pack-n-play behind the desk and chair
*making a "special bed" on the floor between one of the queen-size beds and the wall
*making the entire room completely dark and silent at 7:00 p.m.
*nursing the stinkin' baby ALL NIGHT LONG
When I am independently wealthy (a phrase much beloved by our dear friend Joe), I am going to get my baby its own hotel room every time we have to stay in a hotel. Of course, by that time, I probably will not have any babies. (And really, when I say "by that time" I really mean, "in that particular crazy fantasy where we actually do become independently wealthy".)
Annabel was put to bed at 8:00 p.m. This is what she looked like at 8:30.
She was actually delightful--talking to herself, singing little songs, watching "The Wizard of Oz". I laid down in one of the beds, and put a pillow in place so she wouldn't know I was in the room. She was fine being in bed with everyone else awake, (even though the other girls were asleep by 9:30) but she would wig out if she saw that I was in sight and she wasn't right with me.
Gosh, I love that baby. Especially in the day time.