Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Where's B Boy?

The past two nights have been rough for B boy. The Parents have decried that he must sleep in his own bed all night--until the sun comes up! On Sunday night they were even harsher and insisted that he go to bed at the same time as the twins.

How's that working? Not so well. The first night mommy had to sit outside his door and put him back into bed numerous times. Eventually he fell asleep, but he was so traumatized that he was hiccupping in his sleep. Mommy felt really bad. B had tried so many different tactics to stay up, but she had remained firm against them all. She even ignored his ploy of "My head hurts!".

After finally getting B to sleep in his bed, mommy had doubts. What if his head really did hurt?! He'd fallen off the bar stool earlier in the day and banged his head on the hardwood floor. This is the same head (he only has one!) that he sliced open last fall in Mexico on a marble floor. Did he hit his head on the same spot?! Mommy could not handle the stress of worrying and carried the sleeping B to bed with her so she could keep a close eye on him all night.

Last night B was allowed to stay up a little later than the twins, but then it was the same hard line of staying in his own bed all night. Now B is a very bright boy and he knows better than to cross mommy. He knew he couldn't get mommy to change her mind. He tried to convince grandma, but grandma supported mommy. (Whether she agrees or not, grandma supports mommy when mommy lays down the law. Grandma, too, knows better than to cross mommy.)

So what did B do?! He wasn't going to sleep in his bed, but he couldn't sleep in mommy and daddy's bed or in grandma and opa's bed. It was time to find a new bed.

You can imagine the consternation on our parts when we discovered the B was not in his bed. Mommy did her nightly bed check on her way to bed and there was no little toddler in B's bed. Mommy figured he had finagled his way into grandma's bed. No, he wasn't there. Mommy checked with daddy--did he sucker daddy into letting him climb into their bed? No. Grandma then helped mommy check B's bed again. And Viva's bed. And Jake's bed. And under B's bed. And in the closet.

Okay...things were getting odd. We weren't panicking yet because we were pretty sure that nothing bad had happened, just something odd. Grandma went looking downstairs while mommy scoured the upstairs. Mommy found B sleeping behind the kids' bathroom door. B's small enough that he fits while leaving the door still half open. Once again B's sorry plight yanked on his mommy's heartstrings and she carried him to her bed.

2 comments:

Llama Wanderings said...

oh, he is good! I am impressed with his skills.

Sam said...

Good Luck with yet another transition... Julian is currently hiding in the fridge and has figured out how to get to the basement.. oh the creativity of children. Hope you are all well.