peek a boo.

pratt is officially scared of his room at night.

naptime.  no problem.  like, he will put himself down for a nap if i'm late about doing it.

bedtime.  PROBLEM.  the size of texas.  he's scared.  of the curtains.  of the pictures.  of the monster in his closet.

last night he told me,

i need two people to sweep in here wif me.  just two.  wike you and daddy.  vat's all, mommy.  just you and daddy.


i told him that i would sit in his chair and watch him fall asleep.  and that i promised i would not leave until he had fallen completely asleep.  BUT...if he opened his eyes one time, i was leaving.  that suited him.  so he rolled over, facing me.  stuck his two fingers in his mouth, grabbed a hold of b and closed his eyes.

ten seconds later, he takes his fingers out of his mouth, covers his eyes with that hand and then ever so slightly peeks through his fingers.

i fell out laughing.  i couldn't help it.  he honestly didn't think i'd notice.

kids are the best.

and yes, he slept in our bed.  which means i slept with a butt and/or feet in my face/back all.night.long.