It's 3:23 AM.
I run into my son's room and he is sound asleep. Hmmm, it must have been a dream. "MOM!!!" I hear it again and my son's mouth didn't move. Could it be my daughter? Oh my God. A new word.
I go into my daughter's room and she is wide awake, jumping up and down and pointing to her door. A bad feeling sweeps over me. I kiss, hug her and lay her back down, but she arches her back and shrieks. Then, quickly jumps back up screaming and pointing to the chair.
How is it possible a 26-pound child screaming can equal the decibel level of a jet engine taking off?
So, I pick her up, sit in the chair and rock her. She keeps pointing at the door and grunting. Now, I try explaining that "it's night-night time, everyone is sleeping."
Every few minutes, I ask her, "Are you ready to go back to bed?"
Each time she shakes her head NO. Finally, I try to put her back into her crib. "It's night-night time, mommy loves you."
As I am walking back into our bedroom I check to make sure that none of the mirrors in our house have shattered.
"It's your turn, daddy."
He pretends like he's sleeping...YA RIGHT!
