Pre-Dawn Goofiness

Since the arrival of Clayton, (and with school being out) our bedtime routine has been somewhat buggered up. Justice has been allowed to sleep in Ross and Mark's bedroom, and on the couch many a time lately. In fact he's slept out of his own room more often than in lately. Last night, I decided it was high time to get back to some normalcy. I read him a story and tucked him into his own bed. All went well, he took his glow worm and a truck to bed with him. When he was picking out the truck from his toy box, he pointed out that there was a car from Mark's room in his box. So, after a kiss good night, I shut the door, and went downstairs. A minute later, I heard Justice calling "Go downstairs...Go downstairs!!" I felt a pang of sympathy, the poor boy has had his world changed, and he's gotten out of the habit of sleeping by himself, in his room. I went upstairs with the intention to snuggle with him for a little while. He met me at his door, handed me Mark's car, said "Goes downstairs!" shut the door in my face, and called out "Love you Mommy!" My little boy has inherited a bit of my OCD, I'm afraid. He didn't want to be comforted, he just wanted to make sure Mark's car was put away properly.

I expect Clayton, to keep me up a bit during the night, but last night Justice joined in the fun. Between the two of them, I didn't sleep at all from about 3:30 to almost 6:00 am. Justice woke up just after Clayton's 3:30 feeding, around 4:00. He came into my room with something that I swear was glowing faintly. It turned out to be a hard boiled egg. He was eating it shell and all. Do hard boiled eggs glow? I certainly would call you crazy if you said so, but I swear, the thing was glowing slightly. Weird. Maybe it was just reflecting moonlight or something. Weird, weird, weird. I'm going to have to take an egg into a dark closet to see if it glows now. I took Justice into the living room and tried to coax him into sleep by laying down with him. It didn't work, he mainly rolled around and booty bounced on my head for an hour or so, until Clayton woke up and wanted me again. Then Justice got up and went into the kitchen for a drink of water. I could hear him messing around in there the whole time I was feeding Clayton. I figured he was in there eating the chocolate cake that was sitting on the counter top. I was prepared to walk in there and clean up chocolate frosting from off of everything. I was therefore surprised to find him dry-wall mudding. He had somehow managed to get the lid off of the mud, and he went to work. He actually didn't do a horrible job either. He got out all of the right tools for the job, and kept the mud on all of the appropriate walls. He saved the chocolate cake mess for later on in the morning. Funny boy.