Tonight, about 30 minutes after Michael's bedtime, I hear the doorknob jiggle to the living room. This indicates that my Michael is looking for his parents.
So we get up...and go get him...My Michael who really never gets up in the night. We have this conversation:
Michael (holding about 4 stuffed animals): Michael want to sleep in Mommy's bed.
Mommy: No...you have to sleep in your big boy bed. Are you scared of something?
Michael: No. Mommy talking.
Mommy: Is Mommy talking too loud? Is it keeping you up?
Michael: Yes, I can't sleep. Please no more talking.
I think this means no more phone conversations with Kirsten after Michael goes to bed. Got it. My son, telling me I am too loud. Sadly, he is not the 1st person to complain of this, and he will not be the last either I suspect.
He regressed today. He peed in his pull up this morning and then peed in it again before dinner. SIGH. 15,000 steps forward, 2 steps back.
Also, I am deleting my post saying I am on a hiatus. I am obviously not on a hiatus. I am just being lazy about blogging our visit home in June, the trip to NOrmandy, and wandering around Paris with the parents. I have to pick out pictures and refer to notes.
Love,
P
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