We decided to get a hotel room on Cocoa Beach for 2 days over the long weekend. We asked some friends to come out and hang at the pool with us for an afternoon. They ended up getting their own rooms for the same days as us. Fun!
We also celebrated my sis's birthday and had the family come out for cake and swimming on Monday. Also fun!
Now for the down side.
Getting Brooklyn to sleep in the hotel room for naps and bedtime was half hilarious and half nightmarish. In the afternoon John had this brilliant idea that he would put her in her pack-n-play with all the lights out and then we would hide behind the dresser so she would eventually go to sleep. In the evening she would not go to sleep as long as she saw us in the room. Which was a hard problem for us to fix because...um...well...we wanted to sleep too.
All the lights are out.
Everyone is in bed.
"Brooklyn, I'm going to sleep. Now you go to sleep."
Lays back down. Sings quietly to herself "Marching boom boom boom!" (her version of The Ants Go Marching.)
This goes on for like 20 minutes.
Finally I go pick her up and she points to my bed.
I put her in bed with me.
Here is where the nightmare begins. She's tossing and turning and kicking me and yelling "If you're happy and you know it shout HU-RAAAAAAAY!" and John is giggling his butt off over in the next bed. (The front desk gave us two double beds. Yay us.)
Yes, it's funny. But it's also late. So I'm getting annoyed that this cute little Tazmanian Devil won't settle down.
So I put her back in her bed. That experiment was a FAIL.
We continue to hear her singing quietly to herself and every now and then a loud "HU-RAAAAY!"
Around 10:15 I don't hear her singing any more.
Then at 10:17..."HU-RAAAAAAY!"
Now at 10:30 I think she's finally asleep.
3 months ago