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Wiggleworm

Wiggleworm

I don’t know what it is about little kids, but it seems that they always have to scootch themselves to the very top of the bed (even to the point of thunking their heads against the headboard!). Unfortunately this then puts them in the perfect position to whack us in the face with their elbows or arms…

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Why I was tired, part 4

Why I was tired, part 4

With all the boys asleep, I cleaned up the kitchen, picked up the living room, read a few chapters of my book, and then decided to turn in around 10. As promised, I moved Benjamin to his crib (he didn’t wake up), moved Matthew to my bed (he cracked his eyes open briefly and then settled his head down on my shoulder), laid him next to Steven on my bed, then brushed my teeth and went to bed. It was not to be a restful night of sleep for me, though, because Matthew is in a tossing-and-turning-all-over-the-bed phase. His hand would land on my nose, waking me up, or he would kick all the blankets off, and he finally ended up sleeping upside down on the bed for a while. At one point, his face was smashed into my chin, and since his feet were pushing against Steven, Steven ended up angling around so his head was pushing against my cheek, too. After dozing, waking, dozing, waking, I finally woke up for real at 5 am when I heard Benjamin calling me.

Why I was tired, part 3

Why I was tired, part 3

We last left Matthew and Benjamin both in Matty’s bed, listening to music. After the music CD ended, Matthew called me into the room, asking me to take Benjamin out of the bed. As he was talking to me, Benjamin kept tapping Matthew’s pillow, telling him to “Come here, Matt-Matt. Lay down, Matt-Matt.” I was able to calm Matthew down and get him to agree to lay more with Benjamin, because my primary concern was getting Benjamin to sleep (at this point it was getting close to 9 pm, an hour and a half past normal bedtime!).

Of course, not two minutes passed before both boys were snuggling together, snoring quietly.

But the night wasn’t over for me…

Why I was tired, part 2

Why I was tired, part 2

After long snuggles with Benjamin, I finally got him settled in his crib, but as I drew the blanket up to his shoulders, his face wrinkled into the saddest looking expression I’ve ever seen him make, and as I put his baby and bunny next to him, tears began rolling down his cheeks and he started sobbing quietly and pathetically. Thinking he would settle down after a minute, I left the room, but his cries just got louder. I went back in, and he clung to me tightly, and then he said sadly, “Yuggle Matt-Matt.” Some nights we all snuggle in Matthew’s bottom bunk together, so I asked Matthew if it was okay for Benjamin to lay down with him, and Matthew gladly scootched over and said sweetly, “Hi, Ben-Ben!” Then he put his arm around Benjamin, which absolutely melted my heart.

(Meanwhile, Steven had gone to lay down in my room because he did NOT want to listen to the music that I had put on for the little boys to listen to.)

To be continued…

Three-year-old logic

Three-year-old logic

For a while, Matty was sneaking into our bed every night and interrupting my sleep. We tried to discourage this behavior by setting up a system where if he stays in his bed all night, he gets to have a treat (usually a piece of candy). Even when Matthew wakes up in our bed and runs out of the room, though, he still tries to ask if he “stayed in his bed all night.”

And here’s a picture of the boy, below, taken this morning. No treat for him!

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