Daddy Yoy and I were snoring away this morning around 6 am. Then I heard it. Crying. Not baby crying, but toddler crying. Immediately, I jumped out of bed, threw my glasses on, and ran down the hall. I have to say, motherhood instincts and reactions are amazing. I was in Big E's bedroom within five seconds.
It was still dark out, so my strategy was to try and calm Big E down and rock him back to sleep. My record for getting Big E to fall back asleep so close to his normal wake-up time isn't good. And by not good I mean it's never happened. But, I am an eternal optimist.
So I was cuddling with Big E in his rocking chair. He had his head resting on my shoulder. He was being sweet and cuddly which is very rare for a two year old. I was enjoying this predawn peaceful time with him. I was slowly rocking and sort of drifting off to sleep myself.
Then I felt it. Warm and wet, it spread up my shirt and down my pants. DANG! He just peed through his diaper. So much for our bonding time.
After a double wardrobe change, I brought him back to bed with me. I figure, if I can't sleep why should Daddy Yoy be able to. Yes, folks, that is what we in the Yoy household call teamwork.