Now that Cameron is in a toddler bed and knows how to open his door he has made a habit out of coming to our room at some point during the night. Sometimes it’s 5 a.m., sometimes it’s 1 a.m. I hear his door shut over the monitor and then 4.2 seconds later I hear our door open and then shut. Three seconds later I hear, “gggrrrrroooooooaaaaaannnn” and open my eyes to see a fuzzy headed boy standing next to the bed sleepily clutching his blankie and Mickey. I reach out and pull him on to the bed where he settles in between me and Jason and quickly drifts back to sleep. Sometimes he snuggles me a little too close for comfort. Sometimes he digs his toes in Jason’s back.
So, you ask, where’s this silver lining? If Cam was still sleeping in his crib he would still wake up at unfortunate hours and he would still wake me up. The difference? Now that he just helps himself to our room I don’t have to leave the comfort of my warm bed. Sweet nighttime bliss.
This is a silver lining. I mean really I would much prefer the warmth of my bed to the discomfort of sitting bolt upright in a chair with a wiggling child! Obviously the ideal would be children sleeping all night period but you know…
Glad to know Isabella isn’t the only wee one enjoying the newfound freedom of getting out of bed on her own! We average an appearance once/night about two-three times a week. She always leans into my face, gives me a kiss, whispers, “I’m sorry, Mommy” and then holds up her arms for me to pick her up. I carry her back to bed where she quickly snuggles in and falls immediately back to sleep. So weird, but not really too much of a pain. How can I realy be angry with a little kiss, sweet apology, and a quick snuggle?