Holy Mother of Pancakes I am communicating with my son.
Here's how it went down:
10:19pm, Iain cries. I go in, relishing the opportunity to get a late-night kiss.
Me: "What's wrong, darling?"
Iain: "Mama?"
Me: "Yes, honey. It's all right."
Iain: "Up!"
Me: "Ok," [pick him up] "You're all right. Did you have a bad dream?"
Iain: hiccups a little, stops crying, permits two kisses on his cheeks.
Me: "You're ok."
Iain: "Nie-Nie"
Me: "You want to go back to bed?"
Iain: "Bah Nie-Nie"
Me: "Ok," [lay him down, watch him settle, walk out]
The end.
4 comments:
Sweet!!
Isn't it great! And it only gets better from here...
And why, oh why, does your son just tell you he's tired and go back to sleep? I have really broken Evie.
ZOMG! You have *not* "broken" Evie. Not even funny, Hub.
We're lucky, that's all. Iain's a sleeper (and an eater). In other areas, he doesn't do so well (like this morning, when he threw a tantrum for an hour because I wouldn't let him drink my caffeinated chai).
Evie's awesome - just not so much of an easy sleeper. And you're a great mom.
isn't it fun?! they just get better as they get older!
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