Sleeping In Big Beds

So, the first week in Cambridge, we stayed at a hotel. They each got to sleep in their own queen-size bed (well, yes, they had to share with one of us). But we thought this would be a good opportunity to begin their transition to big girl/boy beds once we got home.

It was 4am on our second night there. After being thrashed by her flailing arms and legs for the last 6 hours, I had finally fallen into a relatively deep sleep when I was suddenly startled awake by the huge THUMP!!! [followed quickly by the screaming].

When I turned over, there was nothing there. Literally, nothing. No Saia, no pillows, no blankets, no sheets. She had somehow managed to take it all down with her, and I could hear her muffled cries coming from beneath the pile on the floor as I began to dig her out.

Then from across the room, I hear a sleepy little voice say, "Mama? Did Saia fall off the bed?" "Yes, son, she's alright, go back to sleep."

"She should be more careful," he says very matter-of-factly, and rolls over.

Note: Picture is of the kids and luggage as we wait very impatiently for Mommy to find us a big enough rental car for our trek up to Norwich. More vacation pics can be found HERE.