The pixie awakened me at 3:30 a.m. this morning for a nurse. Then woke me again at 4:30. That time, she was scared and needed rocked back to sleep. After that, I went back to sleep, only for the imp to wake me at a quarter 'til seven with this stupid freakin' noisy, battery-operated V-tech top.
He's been forbidden to speak until Sesame Street comes on at 9:00 a.m. for getting a noisy toy turned on and yanking Mommy out of a sound sleep fifteen minutes before he's allowed to get up and come out of his room.
Right now, he's pitching a fit in his room for not listening when I repeatedly warned him to be quiet or go sit on his bed.
At least we only had one pair of badly wet in underwear and shorts (and socks), yesterday. He caught himself the second time and made it to the bathroom before it ran all the way down and soaked his socks. I guess a Pull-Up is nothing but a diaper, in his opinion. I'm really proud of him for that.
2 hours ago