not alone in his bed

Dennis had a sort of stroller buddy today at the track. He was delighted to see Uncle Denny there, and they visited with one another, wheelchair to stroller, as Gran and I pushed them around the track at Goosepond Park. We all had a nice workout together.

We are spending tonight at the Gallmans' house, and Dennis and Chloe had their usual fun playing together with her toys. The sharing was sometimes sweet, sometimes reluctant, and occasionally nonexistent and/or violent, but they mostly got along well. At bedtime, they perhaps got along a little too well. We put them both down in her room, him in the crib (since he is such a darned early riser lately we wanted him confined!) and her in her toddler bed. We listened to them screech and giggle for nearly an hour. We had to go in and rescue Froggy and restore his pacifier, and we had to go in and act all stern and tell them to go to sleep in our best parent voices. We took turns policing them and then we heard Ellen shout "Oh my word!" shockingly loud and came running. As it turns out, Chloe had climbed into the crib with Dennis. They were both holding onto the rails and bouncing up and down, laughing maniacally as only toddlers can. We were relieved when they finally went to sleep, but then the 'adults' of the bunch stayed up too late playing Apples to Apples and Nintendo Wii games. One day we will remember that just because a toddler stays up a little later in no way guarantees that same toddler will wake up a little later in the morning. We sure did have a fun day, though!