Bristle Block Bed

Robbie and I were up late last night wrapping gifts and assembling. Vivian started crying around 11:30 pm, and I convinced Robbie to climb out of bed to check on her. I've been the one to get up in the middle of the night for a bad stretch lately, and we were still awake - if only slightly. He returned to explain that she had dumped an entire bag of bristle blocks into her crib, and that's why she was upset and uncomfortable. Later, at 3:30 am, she called for me again. This time she was wet up to her armpits with pee, and I had to strip her and her bed. Her linens, PJs, and blankies are now washing, and she keeps looking for her favorite small blanket with longing eyes. Shortly after 6 am all of my goslings were awake and ready to roll. Robbie is making oatmeal.