Spencer is not allowed to sleep in my bed with us. He is allowed to climb into it when he wakes up in the morning to cuddle, and he’s allowed to watch TV snuggled up under the covers before bedtime, but he is not allowed to sleep through the night in my bed. The reason is that he’s a TERRIBLE SLEEPER when he’s within arm’s reach of anybody (this does not bode well for 20 years from now). He’s always been this way, a restless sleeper, a kicker, a hitter, a sleep-sideways-so-feet-touch-daddy-and-feet-touch-mommy. In his own bed he sleeps like the dead (even through Cry-It-Out with his brother). In mine? Not so much.
Every once in awhile though, like last night, I’ll let him fall asleep there with the caveat that he knows he will get moved when daddy comes to bed. And every once in awhile, I’m tired enough to go to bed too. So we lay there and talk before one of us (me) falls asleep.
The prior owners put a butt-load of stars on the ceiling in my room over the bed and we’ve never scraped them off, mostly because after the initial shock of seeing them there, we stopped noticing. Spencer, though, since he’s rarely in our room with the lights off notices every time.
This was the conversation last night:
“Star light, star bright, I wish I wish I wish on THAT one” (he points to a random star)
“I wish on that one!” (I point to a random star) “I wish that we have a great day tomorrow, Spencer. What do you wish?”
“I wish for … you!”
A few minutes later, there is whispering:
“and that one’s a banana, and that one’s an apple”
“are you naming the stars after fruit?”
“yeah. That big one’s a banana.”
“and raspberries, and strawberries …”
“and blueberries. That one’s blue, it’s a blueberry”
“And tomato. Tomatoes are fruit.”
“No, tomatoes aren’t fruit. Tomatoes are dinner.”
“They are fruit.”
“No …” (he’s laughing at me. I mean, really – tomato? Fruit?)
We stopped for a few minutes and I started nodding off and heard this:
“and bananas, and blueberries, and salad is fruit. Tomato fruit, salad fruit. Chicken fruit.”
Do you think if I start calling things fruit, he’ll eat it again? I’m thinking no for greens still.
3 comments:
OMG Caroline is horrible sleeper, too. But it's always, not just when she's sharing space. When she was 3 weeks old we moved her out of our room because she moved so much in the night that it kept waking me up, even though she was totally fine. She still writhes like a roller coaster and we often find her in 180 degree positions from when she started out in bed. It's nuts.
This is a sweet story. Thanks for sharing, it made me smile and think how much I love my sweet little Brady. Don't you just love those moments when you are actually able to slow down and take it all in?
I do, Sarah. Spencer and I have had such a trying last six months as he's reached that insolent and stubborn toddler time, and it's nice that we're starting to get along again and appreciate each other instead of just butting heads.
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