Last night I put him to bed at 8:30. He got up at 9 and I laid in his bed with him trying to snuggle him back to sleep. He got up again at 10 and 10:30 and each time I'd go lay in his bed for 5 to 20 minutes trying to snuggle him to sleep. While I laid there, he CHATTED. UP. A. STORM! Some examples of his hilariousness:
| These boys frequently find reasons to sneak out of bed. But thankfully last night only one was feeling restless and un-sleepy. |
Holding his little baby doll, "Baby fussy! Baby fussy, Mama! What I gonna do? Ohhhhh, baby fussy!" (I've never heard him say the word "fussy" before nor do I think I use it...)
Laying on his back and throwing his arms up over his head (laying on the beach-style,) "Read me book, Mama. Eddie bored."
Grabbing my chest, "Oh, I thirsty. I thirsty, Mama. Eddie have mama mook?" (He was weaned 2 weeks ago from nursing and hasn't asked about it once since. Nor has he ever EVER referred to having Mommy Milk (Mama mook) as something thirst-quenching.) When I said, "No, buddy, sorry." He said, "But it soooooo good! It good, Mama! Henry drink Mama mook! Daddy drink Mama mook! Eddie drink Mama mook!"
Looking up at the little transom-style window that is over his bedroom window and has no shade on it, (and therefore was letting in the glow of our many front-yard lights,) "Oh, Kwiss-mass wights! Kwiss-mass wights, Mama! Eddie go outside to Kwiss-mass wights! No sleep now, Mama!"
Trying to sit up and get out of bed during my 3rd or 4th attempt in his room to get him to sleep, "Nope. No nap now, Mama. Eddie not sweepy. Wake up now. No nap. Night, night, Mama." (I was still lying in his bed pretending to be asleep and hoping it would rub off.)
Oh there was so much more but after a pretty decent night's sleep I can't remember any more. But boy was it hard to not just lay there laughing with him. And honestly, in hindsight, I should have done just that. He was going to fall asleep when he was tired anyway and we could have had a good bit of fun while he was getting sleepy.
Next time. :)