A remarkable event occurred last night. For the first time in his five and a half years, Peyton came to me, before his bedtime and asked if he could go ahead and go to bed.
*thud* (jaw hitting floor)
Larry and I said, "sure" in unison and I hurried to get up and brush his teeth before he changed his mind. In two minutes flat, teeth were brushed, toilet was used and his back was rubbed.
Of course, ten minutes, eleven minutes and twelve minutes later, he came to the living room to tell us something, but hey, it's a start!
Shey, on the other hand, woke us up about 12:30 crying and kept crying until Larry brought him into our bed. Then he woke up at least 3 times during the night carrying on, still mostly asleep. One time when I asked him what was wrong, he wailed, "Peeeyyttton."
Reason number one for not wanting any more children: The ones I have refuse to sleep
If I had a third child to contend with, they would have to lock me up.