It was bound to happen--Lucas woke up having nightmares about "monsters" in his room. Well, specifically one monster that according to him was growling and snarling in the corner at midnight. I was actually just headed to bed myself so I was a bit shocked when Lucas came running into our bedroom--he is quite stealthy so I was a bit frazzled. It's very "Shining-esque" to look up and find a small child staring at you. Anyway, Josh and I immediately went to check his room out (for his sake since we know monsters don't exist...at least not in the fuzzy, snarly version...now people monsters are a WHOLE different story. We are going to start Stranger-danger discussions this week after all the stuff on the news about sexual predators lately) But no matter what we said Luc insisted the monster was still in the room.
So rather than go on and on about it, we just gave in and let him climb in bed with us. Hopefully not setting a standard, because our bed is a measly old Queen size and two overweight adults and one energetic toddler isn't a good combo. I woke up with pretzel boy twisted all around me and then he rolled over at one point and SOCKED me really good in the mouth with his fist.
Damn those monsters.
1 comment:
good luck getting him out of your bed! that one made me giggle b/c we have the same problem with big sis lately. finally got her sleeping through the night in her own bed at 2. but now as we approach 3 monsters are rearing their fuzzy heads. ah, parenthood!
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