Just A Little More Sleep

The room was dark. It was too early. Den was gone and so that left me to take care of Boaz, solitary, before the dawn. Den had put the tubby baby in bed with me after he left. I think Den was under the DISillusion that he would go back to sleep in my arms. He was right about one thing....Boaz was thrilled and did snuggle in to me, or should I say ON me. He wrestled with me by nudging his head against my head, in a not so gentle intensity. He then grabbed my hair with his sweaty, clammy little palms, and pulled and pulled. Hair is his favorite toy, and mercy to anyone that he gets a good grasp on.

So I dodged baby head butting, and hair pulling from the happy squeaky baby that was only a dark shadow image to me in the dark room. Just when it looked like he might leave me alone he would venture too close to the edge of the bed; blind to the invisible boundary that would lead to the hard wood floor below. It's not that he hasn't fell off the bed a couple of times in the recent past, but in the dark room the bed probably seems like it goes on forever. So this exhausted mama kept grabbing a chubby, ill placed leg, and dragging him back to the center of the bed. After awhile, I was weary with the game. Therefore, I placed Sir George back in his play-n-pack that he and Roman called their crib. He was devastated.....heartbroken.....and
wailed with the best of them that had endured the same tortures. I tried to console myself that he would wear himself out and drift back off to utter exhaustion (I know I was well on my way). However, I could only endure the sorrowful cries for so long. So I did it. I bounded out of bed and dragged his play-n-pack towards the dark tv. The look on Boaz's face as his bed trembled and moaned across the room made me giggle. He was unsure and a little bit terrified, but then the bed stopped and I turned on Noggin (an EDUCATIONAL cartoon program). Notice I highlighted educational for all you judgie types....lol. Yep, it was a colorful display that spilled out before him. He wasn't too pleased with the sudden distraction at first and continued to cry.........but soon the familiar songs and voices that danced in front of him lulled him back to happiness and eventually sleep.

And I.....was fortunate enough to dream of sharing and taking turns....and every other "Noggin" life lesson that made it's way to my drowsy ears.