The Toddler Baits, Switches

Scene

The Lovely Wife and I are sitting on the couch, decompressing from our daily stresses (hers child related, mine children-at-work related). The Toddler seemed tired enough to hit the sack at the regular time, even though half the time he skips his nap and the other half of the time he's taking his nap wayyyy too late in the day (like 2:30-4:30pm).

So we put him to bed, only to be regaled with constant requests to get up to pee*, to get a drink of water, or just Daaaaa-deeeeeee in general. I go in to speak softly to him, telling him that it's sleepytime, the sun has gone to bed, and whatever else I can come up with. He seems nonplussed and unconvinced that he can get himself to sleep.** I leave anyway, convinced that sooner or later he'll finally nod off, feet climbing halfway up the wall or body half drooping off the side of the bed.

The whining continues. It's now been over an hour since we put him to bed, and we're everything but relaxed. On the brink of conceding total defeat, I revisit the Toddler, expecting whining, crying, and me retreating and sending in the big guns (don't you dare tell her I called her that).

Instead, we spend five minutes cuddling in his bed, him asking me to give him "whiskers", and rubbing his soft cheek against my one-day beard growth. We sing a silly song I make up on the spot, and I leave quietly, this time unconvinced this will be the last trip to see him.

He's not heard from again that night.


* By the way, the toilet training? Going very well, thanks for asking.

** Having a kid who didn't know how to sleep was a scenario we never imagined until his younger brother came along.





Day 6

Posted bythemikestand at 8:08 AM  

5 stepped up to the mike:

canadian sadie said... 1:26 PM, November 06, 2006  

I used to hate 'whisker rubs' when I was little...but as I got older and my dad stopped attacking us with his cheeks? I missed them.

Cherish the whingeing and lack of sleep. :) It'll be over all too soon!

sween said... 3:32 PM, November 06, 2006  

It seems to be a day filled with asterisks.

themikestand said... 3:39 PM, November 06, 2006  

In my case, sween, it's my own damn fault that I can't find a way to work the other little tidbits into the paragraph. Damn academic / consulting writing has me footnoting everything.

Christine said... 4:48 PM, November 06, 2006  

footnotes are the instrument of the devil. however, on sean's blog i said that TAMBOURINES were the instrument of satan, so clearly i am flip-flopping on this issue.

your children sound adorable.

sween said... 4:52 PM, November 06, 2006  

In my case I just can't shut up.

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