Good on Eric; he made me get up out of bed to come down here and write tonight. I was frankly at a state where I just wanted to lie there and wallow in the warmth of the comforter, but he knew that I'd regret it later if I let myself off the Holidailies hook. But I was so relaxed!

Mom's present finished: check. Boxes out to both sets of grandparents: check. Sam taken out to shop for me: check. All that's left is for me to go out tomorrow evening with Sam so he can buy for Eric and his brother, and so I can pick up the bedding for Gabe's lower bunk (this one? This one? He'd probably love the Dora one, really, but then I don't know how long it will be before he, like his brother, would sadly declare that set "girly"), since the bunkbeds are scheduled to arrive sometime between noon and two on Wednesday. If I felt like being pessimistic, I'd also fret about getting the changing table out of the room, but Eric thinks we ought to see if the furniture people, who will be assembling the beds for us, would be willing to tote it down the stairs for us. Think we can tip them to do that?

Gabe was completely loopy tonight when it was just him and me here at the house. He was sleepy, since he didn't nap, but he got goofy instead of grouchy. At one point, he grabbed the phone and insisted on calling my dad, to whom he proceeded to sing "Jingle Bells" before dashing away himself in a fit of giggles.

But he refused to go down easily to sleep in the end; he was still awake when Eric and Sam arrived back home, and he coaxed Eric into playing a game of catch with a football while I was tucking Sam into bed. Then he rolled and tumbled and chattered and begged to watch television ("I want tee on!") until he finally passed out between us. I wish he would still nurse to sleep, but it just doesn't work to conk him out anymore; he needs to writhe and burrow under the pillows for a while before he can get comfy enough to drift off.

I think I'm going to pick up a couple of those tap lights for the boys to use as nightlights beside their bunks. Maybe just Sam, since Gabe is likely to just Tap-tap-TAP-tap-TAP-tap-TAP until everybody else goes insane from the flashing glow. Sam doesn't need a nightlight, really, but his current bed has a headboard on which he keeps a little lamp for reading and easy access; the bunkbeds won't have that luxury, and he will need something to assist him in getting down in the middle of the night, should he have a potty emergency.

Ooh, and I need to pick up the dresser we need for Gabe, now that the changing table is going bye-bye. All things considered, though, that's not really urgent unless the furniture people are amenable to the idea of getting the thing down the stairs for us; otherwise, I'll just back the thing up to the other wall and continue to keep his clothes there until we get everything settled.

I think I ought to retire sooner rather than later tonight. I haven't been feeling right in the belly all day, and though it was probably stress about getting the packages out on time, I'd rather err on the side of caution and get myself plenty of rest tonight. There's a playgroup party tomorrow at Chuck E. Cheese (screech, squeal, scream), and I need to steel myself for that level of stimulus.

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