Monkey has been sleeping in his room for a week or so now. At first I thought it was a win because he transitioned so easily. Some nights though it really seems like a fail. Tonight was one of those nights. He has gotten out of bed no less than 10 times. He is allowed to get out of bed no more than 2 times, unless it’s potty related, or he gets a sad face on his chart. If he gets 7 happy faces we are going to McDonalds so he can play. He got the 7 happy faces but I haven’t taken him to McDonalds yet, I hate McDonalds and so I’ve been procrastinating. Well I think Monkey might be a wee bit POed cause since he got to seven it’s hit or miss. I guess I need to keep up my end of the bargain and take him to play. Probably not tomorrow though, I imagine tomorrow we’ll be living in meltdown city .

Oh my gosh, speaking of meltdown city. Princess P has taken fit throwing to a whole new level that I never even knew it could reach. Lately, when she doesn’t get her way she turns beet red and let’s out this scream/cry that could be described as nothing less than primal. It’s scary but you also have to laugh. I guess she’s a girl who knows what she wants.