Using Your Words: The Early Morning Edition
I’m currently up in the middle of the night more with five year old Troy than I was with newborn Troy.
Newborn Troy was so much easier and couldn’t use his words, I’m just saying.
Troy is going to sleep in his own room. Or on his mattress beside Zoe’s bed in her room. Either way, it isn’t in our room and this is kind of a big deal.
The Ticket System has proven to be legit and Troy gets three tickets if he goes to sleep not in our bed and if he has 15 tickets total in his special ticket bucket by Saturday, he gets to go somewhere cool with his parent of choice and so far he has only chosen his father. It’s cool, Troy, I’m not mad at you because while you and dad are at the arcade, I can clean the bathrooms uninterrupted and change all the sheets and WHY AM I NOT YOUR FAVORITE.
Apparently I am his favorite at 1 a.m. and again at 2:35. And look, 4:50 in the motherscratching a.m.
While Troy might be going to sleep in his own room, he won’t stay there. He comes into our room carrying his gigantic Hello Kitty stuffie that he lifted from his sister and at 3:57 in the morning bathed in darkness, it looks like an alien.
You guys haven’t lived until you wake up with Hello Kitty four inches from your face in the dead of night, really gets your heart going.
And once I’m awake, he starts using his words.
“I wanted you to know my bedroom smells like cheese.”
“Did you know that Cape Canaveral is in Florida? I want to go to Florida.”
“I just missed you too much to stay in my own bed.”
“Why do cats lick their own legs?”
“Is our house built on a volcano?”
And my personal favorite-”I was just making sure you weren’t dead.”
Co-sleeping: the gift that keeps on giving.