Last night, I was awakened by my youngest two children in an odd way.
I typically get to enjoy a full night's rest without disruption, now that all of my children are older and no longer require care in the night like they did as infants. The awakenings due to illness, or nightmares, or falling out of bed are fairly rare (which is nice).
So imagine my surprise to be woken by the sounds of my youngest 2 children fighting over a toy in their bedroom at 2am!
Jersey #4 was yelling at Jersey #5, telling him to give her back her horse. She was referring to the stick ponies they each received yesterday. She was yelling Jersey #5's name and telling him that his horse was the black horse, and she had the white one. Each time she yelled his name, Jersey #5 would fuss and whine in response. There was clear aggravation and struggle in both of their voices.
The comment about the white horse grabbed my attention immediately, so I sprung out of bed. Jersey #4 did not have a white horse, she had the brown one. I had purchased additional stick horses, including a white one, for Jersey #3's upcoming birthday. To be fighting over the white horse, the younger kids must have gotten into bag I had stored in the office. They know better than that...
Since their bedroom door was partially closed, I opened the door entirely with one hand, while flipping on the hallway light switch with the other hand. The light from the hallway gave me full view of the situation, which was not anything like it sounded.
Jersey #3 was sound asleep in his bed, oblivious to the noise from his siblings.
Jersey #5 was asleep in his bed, wiggling around and fussing every time he heard his name called. He was growing more aggravated as his sleep was disrupted.
Jersey #4 was on the floor, kneeling next to her bed, pulling and tugging on her blanket while she yelled at her younger brother to give her back her horse. It was clear that she was in a battle of tug-of-war....only she was sitting on half of the blanket, and tugging the other half with her arms. Her game of tug-of-war was entirely with herself. There was not a stick pony in sight. She was not awake, but her language was very clear, and her actions were very determined.
I tried to hold back the laughter while I called out her name. She stopped arguing with her brother and looked up at me. I told her that she was dreaming and her pony was safe in the living room right now. I informed her that she was pulling on her own blanket. She looked up at me in disbelief and smiled and giggled. I suggested she climb back into bed and I would cover her up with her blanket. She complied, still giggling at herself. By the time I covered her up, she was back to sleep, quietly.
Jersey #5, on the other hand, was ticked. He did not appreciate being woken up in a fight with his sister that he really wasn't having. I was still laughing while I tried to tuck him back into bed with his pacifier and blanket. He refused and held up his arms to me, still fussing. I picked him up right at the time that The Referee came to their room to see what the ruckus was all about. I was trying to be quiet while still laughing as I told him the story of what was going on.
We had a good laugh at our entertaining children. We know our kids are active sleepers, but this scenario is over the top even for them. The Referee suggested we just bring Jersey #5 back to our bed, so that we could all return to sleep. Jersey #5 settled right in, pleased that his parents would protect him from his sister's middle-of-the-night attacks!
Jersey #4 had no recollection of her active dream by the time she woke up this morning.
I typically get to enjoy a full night's rest without disruption, now that all of my children are older and no longer require care in the night like they did as infants. The awakenings due to illness, or nightmares, or falling out of bed are fairly rare (which is nice).
So imagine my surprise to be woken by the sounds of my youngest 2 children fighting over a toy in their bedroom at 2am!
Jersey #4 was yelling at Jersey #5, telling him to give her back her horse. She was referring to the stick ponies they each received yesterday. She was yelling Jersey #5's name and telling him that his horse was the black horse, and she had the white one. Each time she yelled his name, Jersey #5 would fuss and whine in response. There was clear aggravation and struggle in both of their voices.
The comment about the white horse grabbed my attention immediately, so I sprung out of bed. Jersey #4 did not have a white horse, she had the brown one. I had purchased additional stick horses, including a white one, for Jersey #3's upcoming birthday. To be fighting over the white horse, the younger kids must have gotten into bag I had stored in the office. They know better than that...
Since their bedroom door was partially closed, I opened the door entirely with one hand, while flipping on the hallway light switch with the other hand. The light from the hallway gave me full view of the situation, which was not anything like it sounded.
Jersey #3 was sound asleep in his bed, oblivious to the noise from his siblings.
Jersey #5 was asleep in his bed, wiggling around and fussing every time he heard his name called. He was growing more aggravated as his sleep was disrupted.
Jersey #4 was on the floor, kneeling next to her bed, pulling and tugging on her blanket while she yelled at her younger brother to give her back her horse. It was clear that she was in a battle of tug-of-war....only she was sitting on half of the blanket, and tugging the other half with her arms. Her game of tug-of-war was entirely with herself. There was not a stick pony in sight. She was not awake, but her language was very clear, and her actions were very determined.
I tried to hold back the laughter while I called out her name. She stopped arguing with her brother and looked up at me. I told her that she was dreaming and her pony was safe in the living room right now. I informed her that she was pulling on her own blanket. She looked up at me in disbelief and smiled and giggled. I suggested she climb back into bed and I would cover her up with her blanket. She complied, still giggling at herself. By the time I covered her up, she was back to sleep, quietly.
Jersey #5, on the other hand, was ticked. He did not appreciate being woken up in a fight with his sister that he really wasn't having. I was still laughing while I tried to tuck him back into bed with his pacifier and blanket. He refused and held up his arms to me, still fussing. I picked him up right at the time that The Referee came to their room to see what the ruckus was all about. I was trying to be quiet while still laughing as I told him the story of what was going on.
We had a good laugh at our entertaining children. We know our kids are active sleepers, but this scenario is over the top even for them. The Referee suggested we just bring Jersey #5 back to our bed, so that we could all return to sleep. Jersey #5 settled right in, pleased that his parents would protect him from his sister's middle-of-the-night attacks!
Jersey #4 had no recollection of her active dream by the time she woke up this morning.
This cracked me up!
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