Monday, August 17, 2009
Well S definitely takes after me in the sleep department. He woke up around 5am screaming, "mama I took my shirt off." When I went in to his room (a strange thing to be yelling out, I had to check it out), he was sitting up holding his blanket out to me. I didn't turn on any lights so I had to feel and confirm his shirt was still on and it was his blanket he was holding. I explained it was just a dream and that was his blanket, his shirt was still on. He seemed a bit confused, looked down, seemed convinced that I was right and decided he wanted to get up. After a convincing argument that it was still the middle of the night he laid back down. Of course he got up a few more times after that, but his clothes stayed on!