As expected, Friday night, DJ came to our room at around 2:30AM, pillow and Tiger in hand. In fact, he was so determined to sleep with us that although I got out of bed immediately upon hearing his door open to try and get to him to put him back in his own bed, he had apparently run to our room - in pitch black darkness - because I nearly ran him over before I even got to our bedroom threshold.
I decided not to fight it, and let him curl up in between us. He slept until about 7AM, and then played and whispered until about 8:00. He and I talked and interacted until 8:30 when we heard from the Other Country (Elektra).
At least we got to "sleep in", if you consider a little boy in bed with you truly restful (not).
Last night, at about 3AM, DJ woke up crying. This time, he was waiting at his door for me, and of course, asked for Daddy. When I told him Daddy was sleeping, he wailed even louder. But finally I got him calmed down, and he did go back to sleep. An hour and a half later, he was out his door, and down to our room in the blink of an eye, pillow and Tiger in hand.
It took him awhile to get settled this time, so he probably only slept another true hour. And like Saturday morning, he played and whispered to himself (and read a new Bearenstein Bear book about manners) until about 8:00.
When will I get to sleep through the night again??
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