OK, I set the timer on the stove. I told the child, "Livi, when you hear the beep in 20 minutes, it's time to brush teeth and get ready for bed." She said, "Oh.

OK." I thought

Really??? That's it?? Awesome!

So, timer set, we all
three watched a 20 minute "My Pretty Pony"

and noone spoke...just quiet, ponies and snuggle with Mommies. Beth took her up...she brushed her little teeth, got her pull-up on and then Beth read to her and tucked her in. She got up a couple times, said EVERYTHING "Scared, pee, drink, hungry, can't sleep." We just put her back on her bed, hugs, kisses, leave. She got up again...went in the ba
throom....and drank Dora SoftSoap.

OMG! Really???? Once I looked up everything possible on injesting soap and realized she wasn't going to die, I gave her milk and bread and we watched her for 30 minutes and put her back in bed...she dropped right off. Lesson here: Give em soap! One shot of soap will knock em out appartently! FFS!
Beth put her in our bed just now and is sleeping with her in case she wakes up sick to her stomache, but I don't think she's going to. I'm dreading going to bed cause the baby flops around like a fish out of water when she sleeps. I end up getting beaten.
Good grief. No, we won't be having any more children!