Half an hour later, the moaning began. Oh no. Not again.
I sat up with him and told him stories. He got louder. I got out the towels. The inevitable happened, but it was short-lived.
James asked me to leave the light on in his room, which I did. About 4:50, I thought the worst was over and went back to bed, one ear as open as possible. James got me up again around 7, with a happy "It's morning! Is it morning, Mommy?"
Yes, yes it was. By the time I made it into his room, he was on the floor, playing with his Leapster. One look at the bed showed me how he'd spent the rest of his night:
|Math cards, alphabet puzzle, and Leapster. |
iPad served with breakfast, which he ate.