Last night, Big E awoke around 1:45 shouting for me. I jumped out of bed, threw on my glasses, and busted a move down the hall. What would I find when I flung open the door? Would there be a repeat of last week's vomit? Did he soak through his diaper? The suspense was killing me!
It was none of the above. He had woken up and wanted to go to Mommy's bed to sleep with us. One night during our trip I let him come into our bed only because he was sharing an adjoining room with Little E and I didn't want Big E to wake him.
I see he is expecting this to be his new routine. I sat down on the floor next to the crib and explained that there was no way that was going to happen. I'd be happy to lay next to his crib until he fell back asleep (taking a page from Super Nanny here). I grabbed a pillow, held Big E's bandaged hand (another story) and drifted in and out of sleep while Big E chatted away.
He started taking inventory of everyone in his crib. BEAR! SHEEP! DUCK! OTHER DUCK!... I smiled. This kid is such a trip.
After about 30 minutes of listening to his rambling, I told him I was very tired and going back to my bed now. I told him if he wasn't tired to just hang out and be very quiet.
And he did.
And I fell back asleep.
And so did he.
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