This is pretty big, so I have to write about it. The munchkin just came up to me and said, “Eep, Mummy, eep!” and was pointing to his room. I was a bit confused for a minute because sometimes the half-words and the tiny voice, they don’t always make sense, especially when you’re distracted with six bajillion other things.

I said, “What do you want?”

“Eep!”

Then the light dawned, “Oh, you want to go to bed?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, a-bed. Peez?”

I looked at the clock, just after 8 p.m. His bed time averages around 8:30, but he was up early this morning because yesterday he went down for a nap at 4:30 p.m. and didn’t wake up again until my husband got home at 5 a.m.

So, I said, “Okay, go say na-night to Daddy then.”

He calls up stairs, “A-bye!” and dashes into his room scooping up one of his blankies on the way, and starts trying to climb into his crib. Laid down with a fuss at all. Wow…I wonder how often that’s going to happen again.