Crying for Help

I reunited with my bed on Saturday. Is there anything better than your own bed?

Mr. A reunited with his bunk beds on Saturday. Should I be concerned that, after we had put him down for his nap, we found him reading a story on the top bunk? (mind you, there is no ladder on the bed and pre-Seattle that worked)

Miss M reunited with her crib on Saturday. Does anyone know why a baby would cry like she was being royally tortured when she was put in said crib?

I thought maybe she missed her pack n' play and her walk-in closet (her "room" for 3 months). So, I put up our pack n' play and put her to sleep in that on Sunday afternoon. No dice. More screaming. If she could speak the words she would have said, "You are the meanest people I know. How dare you leave me all alone in this spacious setting."

Back in her crib, a few naps/sleeps/days of her crying herself to sleep ensued (she hasn't done that in over a year now) and we are all back to normal. Kind of.

For some reason they have both decided that I should just not sleep tonight. So, I haven't bothered to try. I guess they're making up for lost time. They're both usually really good sleepers. Mr. A has been up 5 times already (at least that's when I stopped counting) for unknown reasons (asking to sleep with me in my bed - sorry) and Miss M, I think, is cutting teeth and now she knows it (whereas with the other teeth she has slept right through it). One round of Tylenol, one round of teething tablets and a diaper change, a round of rubbing back/stomach/head, and hopefully we will now all settle in.

No more crying for help. Remember, kids? Unlike you two, I quite like my bed, so I just might not hear it.