Eva has officially made the (reluctant) transition from a crib to a big girl bed. I sure as heck didn't want to buy a second crib, and Lyla was getting pretty gargantuan in the bassinet she was sleeping in. Eva threw a fit whenever we talked about getting her a big bed, so we finally just brought one home and set it up. I guess seeing it made her feel differently because she thought it was pretty cool. She's been pretty good about sleeping in it, but ever since Jared started work again (did I ever mention he was unemployed for 6 months? That's a whole other story) she's been getting up earlier and earlier. It sure makes for one cranky mamma when she's waking up at 5 am and I'm still getting up twice at night with Lyla. But I finally drew the line when I came out one morning to find her sitting on the counter eating the stash of dum dum pops I have on the top shelf of the cabinet. So, we're trying out an alarm clock in her room set for 6 am with the hopes that she'll at least stay IN her room until that hour. (Locking her in was not such a good idea. It resulted in a frenzied fit of kicking on the door and waking up the baby) So far she seems to like the alarm clock idea.
She has about a zillion "friends" that sleep on her bed. They have to be placed just so with her favorites up by the pillow and moving down in rank from there.
Eva and Lyla are thankfully getting along. Ever since Eva discovered that other people like Lyla she's VERY protective of her. Eva insists on being the first one to greet Lyla when she wakes up. I'm not allowed in the room until she's said "Hello lyla! Good MOOORRRNING! Ooo you're bigger!" THEN I'm allowed to enter. Lyla thinks everything Eva does is hilarious. Well...except for when Eva tries to catapult her out of her bouncer. She doesn't find that quite as funny.
Father's day was nice and relaxing. I made this cheesecake which we both really loved. I won't get all mushy on here, he knows I think he's a great dad.