We are struggling with obedience in the bedtime routines. Naptime and bedtime are atrocious right now, as my children have become more enamored with each other's sense of humor and acrobatics than in following the prescribed rules.
So, after lunch with two stellar moms, I entered this afternoon with a game plan. And a game face. (Sad day for little boys when smart moms put their heads together.)
I set up the pack 'n play, and two boys regressed. If you can't obey like a big kid, then you don't get the privileges of a big boy bed. Tucker moved to the bottom bunk, and Tyler moved to the pack 'n play in a separate room, with great fanfare of how I wished they could be trusted to sleep in their beds.
To my delight, the naptime transition was a success, and two boys fell asleep without the heaps of giggles that had become their new mode of operation.
I thought we hit a bullseye.
Until bedtime tonight.
Tyler said, "Can I sleep in the baby bed again?"
"Why? I like it."
"It's not meant to be fun. It's a punishment."
"Okay. Then I want a pushament. Baby bed, please."
Not the desired result. Back to the drawing board.