I’m currently talking to my 33 month old over the baby monitor, telling him to be quiet and go to sleep for the fifteenth time. He goes to bed at 7pm and lays awake for a good half an hour, sometimes content chatting to himself but usually coming up with ingenius ways for me to go to his room.
The excuse that gets me running is when he says he’s scared or hurt himself. Pelting it up the stairs, tripping over in my slippers, I am usually half relieved and yet half disappointed to find that he either just bitten his own tongue or is scared of a bit of fluff on the carpet.
The weirdest excuse has to be when he says “Mr Star is getting bigger” or “Mr Star is teasing me”. He has a gro-clock (which, by the way, was a great investment as he doesn’t get put of bed until Mr Sunshine pops up) but the images are stationary and no sounds emit from the device. I start to worry maybe he had one too many sugary marshmallows that day and is giving him some sort of psychedelic trip.
The Lil Princess normally crashes out straight away but you can bet that you will need to make a trip upstairs at some point. Normally all I end up doing is popping her dummy back in or rescuing her from the bars of her cot like she is some desperate prisoner.
But sometimes they are genuinely upset and I do have to stroke his hair or give her a long cuddle. As much as I don’t like to see them upset and as exhausting as it might be running up and down the stairs all night, it can be lovely when all she wants is to nuzzle into me and he wants a cuddle and to say “I love you mummy”.