At 2:45am I stumbled up to go to the bathroom and narrowly missed stepping on my nearly 3-year old. She was sleeping with her knees under her next to my bed. I carried her into the crib (to avoid trekking down the stairs to her bed) and she sat up foggily and stared at me while I encouraged her to lay down. Finally, she did.
At 4:45am, Ben came up to tell me he had a bad dream. Something about lions. He said he was doing better but could I walk him back downstairs? Ok.
At 5:30am, Ben was back saying the dream had returned and could he just sleep with us? That would help.
And to think, in another couple of months I'll get to wake up every two hours to feed another child!
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Hey, Darren, does this make us feel better? We, who were awakened twice by the baby and -- what -- three times by a three-year-old who screamed when we said she couldn't have purple medicine for her "cold"?
Rachelle, when our kids are all grown, we parents will relax in the beach house we've rented together for the week, and reminisce about some of the things we don't miss about having small children.
-- SJ
OY - I KNOW this feeling! But I only have one of them demanding post-bed attention right now...
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