"Why do you think they are still awake?" my husband wondered out loud.
"I dunno. Do you think your parents gave them pop tonight?" I jokingly asked.
The girls were talking in bed. I waited to see if the talking would cease because one of them drifted off to sleep, but it didn't.
I tromped up the stairs once to ask them to quiet down and go to sleep. I also threatened to take away one of their three stuffed animals. (Even though the original purpose of the stuffed animals was to keep them in their beds . . . but we have yet to take away an animal for getting out of bed, so I had to try it.)
"Love you angels. Now go nigh-night," I whispered.
"Okay, Momma." I walked out the door, down the stairs, and the talking started again.
After about fifteen more minutes of laughter and now singing, "Daddy, your turn!" I yelled to my husband.
He clomped up the stairs (purposely making as much noise as he could) and talked with girls again. Threatened again of seizing a stuffed animal and then more kisses, another hug, serious tucking, and a "good night angels."
After about fifteen more minutes, "Do you want me to go up again?" my husband asked.
It was my turn. I know what it's like when you lay in bed wide awake. I couldn't make them go to sleep, but I didn't understand why they were wide awake.
I stomped back up the stairs, turned on the hall light, and opened the bedroom door.
"Girls, did Nana and Papa give you pop to drink?"
"No. I don't like pop," P. honestly replied. (The girls have never had pop and that is her usual response when she doesn't want to try something new.)
"It is waaay past your bed time. You will be so tired tomorrow if you don't go to sleep. This is also the last warning. If you talk, I will have to take Mickey and Minnie," I instructed.
"Okay, Momma. I love you."
"I love you too, Momma."
Grrr . . . How can almost-three year olds craft such a response?
"Aw, I love you guys too. -- Now, go to sleep! No talking! See you in the morning."
I slowly made my way down the stairs again hoping not to have to take a stuffed animal away. I purposely went all the way to the basement to switch out the laundry so I would not be able to hear any chatter on the monitor.
To my surprise, after over an hour of talking and the final "this is it," they are sound asleep.
Now, why am I wide awake?