It is nearly 5 am. I've been up since three.
The cutest two year old decided he didn't want to sleep any more.
That really isn't so cute though.
He has a dry diaper.
We have cuddled.
We've played Angry Birds. Watched some weather and an episode of Lilo and Stitch. Watching a triple count of Mickey on On Demand now.
He's cried. I wanted to!
He's tooted and giggled about it. Where do kids learn that!
I tried getting this cutie to get back in his bed. No.
My bed. No.
Only the recliner will do. Oh, my aching back!
In about 4 hours I have to help about 50 kids decorate Christmas cakes and cupcakes at church. Yes, really. Christmas in July. I promise I'm not that delusional.
A good night's sleep was at the top of my to do list.
Not any more.
Oh, he is comfortable.
But this experienced mom knows that if I move too soon.....
He will wake up
Need more milk
And an episode of Doc McStuffins.
He is telling me "no" in his sleep.
And decided to finish watching Mickey.
I didn't even move!