Caught in a Lie

Last night I was sitting in the bathroom with Jack and reading Time to Pee to him.  I’ve read this book a million times now and Jack still loves it.  There are various books that Jack has in which I tend to change the words around and this is one of those.  When I get to the page that says “Boys can stand, girls should sit,” I have always read it as “Boys can stand or they can sit.”  It was hard enough to get him to use the potty – I wasn’t about to tell him he needed to stand and pee all over everything!

Thanks to Super Why, Jack is now asking me to point to some of the words in the book and tell me what they say.  I did that with some of them, but when I got to that page…well, I pointed anyway and read it the way I always do.  Jack corrected me, saying, “It says girls should sit!” as he pointed to each word on the page.  My mouth dropped open and I began to ask him questions.  Do they have this book at your dad’s?  No.  What about at (daycare provider) G’s?  No.  Uh…how did you know what it says? I don’t know.

I’ve confirmed that this book does NOT reside at his dad’s house.  Furthermore, I was just talking to the daycare provider last week about various potty books that Jack likes and she mentioned she didn’t have any of Mo Willems‘ books.  So…I’m flummoxed.  He did draw the word FOOD on his magnadoodle last week(!) but reading?  There has to be some other explanation!

I guess this is the part where my mom gets payback

It’s happened.  I’ve been dreading this development…Jack has figured out that he can climb right out of bed and come knock on my door at night.  He has apparently decided that no more will he lay there idly in bed calling for me – he’ll just go ahead and get his mama when he needs her.  Or, more accurately, he will plop himself down outside of our bedroom door and play with his toys noisily until we open the door.  When asked why he isn’t in bed, he will reply, “I had a bad dream.”  He pays no mind to me when I point out that I know he hasn’t actually been sleeping…

Added to this new interest in leaving the island that is his bed, he has also decided he’s not very tired at night.  Sunday night he didn’t fall asleep until around 1am and he was up at 8am.  Last night it was closer to 11 even though he had a shorter nap than usual and we started the bedtime routine (brush teeth, don PJs, read books) at 8.  David and I take turns going into Jack’s room to reassure him that he’s safe, we love him and will protect him, etc.  He gets lots of hugs and kisses and we snuggle, too.  And after all that and not falling asleep until late, Jack was up this morning bright and early at 7:30 but clearly still tired!  I don’t get it!

I know this is a phase and it will pass and in the grand scheme of things, it’s not a horrible one.  I am aware that staying in bed when you can’t fall asleep isn’t a healthy sleep habit, so it’s not as if I’m going to lock him in his room.  I just worry about leaving him to his own devices while I go to bed because I clearly remember being of a similar age and disposition…my mom still has the dresser that is caked in the evidence of one of my late night “baking” experiments.  She is also fond of reminding me about the time I climbed out of my bedroom window (at 2 years old) and ended up in the neighbor’s yard down the street crying because I was lost.  These are not things I stopped to consider before having a child of my own.  Doh!