Last night Sam was up a few times. The last time, at 4 am, I went to him, because I could tell that he was standing up, which means he will fully wake up and take a long time (hours?) to go back down. I changed him, his super wet diaper seemed to be the culprit for him waking up, and took him out to the couch to go back to sleep with me. When I have to work in the morning, it's a lot easier to have him fall asleep on me, then listen to him cry in his crib, having to repeatedly go in.
We snuggled on the couch, Sam seemingly drifting off, when he decided it was time to chat, as if to say, "hey, I'm having a sleepover, I need to make the most of this!"
Sam sleepily: "Ahhh... bus,"
Me, more sleepily: "bus? it's resting time."
Sam: "bus. Backhoe."
Me: "no bus. No backhoe, tomorrow bus and backhoe."
Sam: "Bus"
Me: "Bus is sleeping."
Sam: "Backhoe"
Me: "Backhoe is sleeping."
Sam: "Go-go." (his grandfather)
Me: "Go-go is sleeping."
Sam: "Go-go bye-bye."
Me: "Go-go bye-bye, sleeping."
Sam: "Nana. Nana!"
Me: "Nana is sleeping."
Sam: "O!OOO!!!!" (his cousin)
Me: "O is definitely sleeping," (while wondering if O was sleeping or having a conversation with his parents).
Sam: "O. Backhoe, backhoe. No, no, sweep."
Me: "Sammy is sleeping."
Sam: "Backhoe."
Me: "Mama is sleeping."
Sam: "Mama..." (his hand pats my face). "Mama backhoe."
Me: "Sleeping."
Sam: "Ought oh. Key-key" (dropped his binky, little hand searching around).
Me: "Sleeping time."
Sam drowsily: "Backhoe"
Me: "Backhoe sleeping. Night-night"
Sam sighing: "backhoe. Go-go. O. Backhoe"
I have to think of a lullaby that encompasses these sweet thoughts ; )
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