This particular night was not a good one for Oaklen. He just did. not. want. to. sleep.
So what did I do? Made us hot chocolate while we watched the first (kind of) snow fall of the year. At midnight.
For one reason or another, Oaklen has been having a pretty tough time going to bed these days. Being in a toddler bed means he can get out whenever he wants, which we knew might happen, but each night seems to get a little worse. Of course it wasn't easy from the start. Get out of bed 10 times, be put back to bed 11. Now it's not just the getting out of bed twenty times, it's the hysterical I'm-about-to-pass-the-heck-out crying every night. I set a routine so he would hopefully get the hang of things; brush teeth, get a drink, read some books, bedtime. It hasn't clicked yet.
Now the poor guy cries and cries, crawls out of bed, opens the door to find mom and then loses his cool. Thankfully he understands when he comes out of his room, mom or dad puts him right back into bed. So it's not a huge struggle with that. The poor guy hates sleeping alone. He just wants to cuddle in his crib with mama. And when he finally settles down and pats my back like I do his....mama just might hop on in your crib and snuggle you to death cause you're stinkin' adorable.
