Well the boy who likes to go to sleep no later than 7pm was up till 9:45. Then at 3:30am he came running to my room yelled "Mom" and then went running back to his bed. I decided it would be a smart thing to just lay down with him for a little while. Well he kept getting up and saying "My bed!" He had such a proud look on his face. I never knew you could be so excited and proud over a bed you couldn't sleep.
Kev ended up coming into help me around 4:45. Thank goodness. As much as I find it cute now, I didn't find it much cute then.
This morning I woke him up at 8am and he didn't want to get up.
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