The Journey of One Extraordinary Middle Child and his 2 Siblings

Ryder is my middle child. He is 6 years old. Ryder loves being silly. He loves chocolate. He celebrates his individuality.
I hope you enjoy his view of the world as much as I do.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Night

At the current time, this would be your average, night in the Adams household:


  • 8:30 (or before on a really good night) - Boys are in their bunk beds, lights out.  Who gets the top bunk alternates by night, and the boys ALWAYS know whose turn it is to be in the top bunk.
  • 9:15ish - Leah is swaddled up, changed, fed and asleep on Luke's shoulder.  She will not sleep without being swaddled tightly.  I know we need to wean this habit soon but, again, did I mention she sleeps?
  • 2 or 3 a.m. - Ryder makes his way to our bed.  He always brings his water cup and the toy of choice to sleep with for night with him and snuggles up to Luke.  If he is quiet, he usually stays.  If he is fussing and talking in his sleep, Luke will take him back to his bed only for Ryder to return in a couple hours.
  • 4:30ish a.m. - I hear an urgent whisper from Ryder, "Mommy!  Mommy!  You know that pink gun I have?  Where is it?  Can you get it?"  (Pink gun was simply last night's choice.  You can substitute "Robin's motorcycle,"  "Tiny hammer"  or any other random, completely unnecessary item for sleeping.)
  • 5 or 6 a.m. Leah wakes up to eat.  If it is nearly 6:00 or later, I usually feed her in bed with me, as my alarm will go off in a few minutes.
  • Also around 6 a.m. - Parker often makes his way to our room at this time.  If he falls back to sleep, the teeth grinding begins.  
  • By 6:45, Luke and I are waking up to all 3 kids in our bed.  Some days I get lucky and Luke goes to work late and takes Parker to school.  I love these days!
As I write this, I realize how crazy it sounds - especially to anyone without children in their house.  I guess since it has been much, much worse at our house, we accept it.  Pink gun and all.

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