It's been quite a night with the boy. He hasn't napped for several days now, and I know he's exhausted. He fell asleep in the car on the way home from Milford late this afternoon (5-ish), laid on the couch once we got here, ate 2 or so chicken fingers, fussed, and I sent him to bed at 6:45. Around 7:00 I took Audrey up to bed and laid down with Conner (because I knew there was no way he'd stay in bed on his own). Most of the times we do this, it takes 10 - 15 minutes for him to crash. Tonight, though, I was still up there an hour later. I finally told him that I wasn't going to spend my whole evening laying down with him, so I came downstairs. I said that if I heard him get out of bed, he was going to get a spanking.
I have no idea how many times I've gone upstairs to get him back in bed. It's now 9:15, and he's still awake, crying. Every time I hear that door open, I head upstairs.
Last night, our friends were over for our small group. Because he hadn't napped during the day, I told Conner that he was going to have to go to bed while his friends were here (normally he doesn't go to bed until around 10:00 on Thursday nights because everyone's over). Needless to say, he wasn't happy about this (but he made the decision). Around 8:30, I made him go upstairs... I don't think anyone had heard him cry like this! He didn't go to sleep, but was separated from his buddies and was very upset about it.
So it's been a fun Friday night. Eric's out golfing, and I'm getting my exercise going up and down the stairs (I made 4 trips while typing this entry!).
I've heard that it gets better at age 5. But that's still 7 months away! I'm not sure we'll make it.
"Terrible Twos" is a misnomer... it should be "Fearsome Fours".
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