Yesterday Dax woke up at 4AM and refused to go back to sleep. Last night he woke up just before midnight and he was awake until about 1:30AM. I am very, very tired.
Dax often wakes in the night and cries a bit but he almost always goes back to sleep on his own unless he is sick. Last night as his wails escalated to the point that I became concerned that he may be dangling from the side of his crib with his leg entangled in the Fisher Price Ocean Wonders Aquarium I thought I should go check on him.
He was fine, of course. I gave him some water and tried to get him to go back to sleep. No go. He was pointing to the door of his room and saying, "Out, please." That's my boy. Mindful of his manners even in the middle of the night. When his manners got him nowhere he began crying again. Crying and rambling on in toddlertalk about......something.
I thought he was upset because the nightlight in the hallway had burnt out so I turned the bathroom light on for him. But that didn't help. Finally I put him on the floor and said, "Show mommy what you need." Dax waddled out to the great room, climbed up on the couch, grabbed the remote and said, "TV?" He then shook his chubby little arms and wriggled about on his diaper clad bottom and pleaded, "Wiggles?"
When I told him that, no, he could not watch television in the middle of the night you would have thought that I had just set fire to his blankie. He was beyond distraught. I'm beginning to wonder if we are going to have to send the kid to a 12-step Wiggles Addiction program.
In the end, he had some milk and laid on the couch and eventually......eventually......became drowsy enough that I could get him back into his crib without my eardrums suffering an onslaught of screeching and crying that could melt the paint off the walls.
Damn those Wiggles.
Posted by michelle at June 1, 2006 07:25 AM