All the talking and explaining and reassuring in the world was not helping his sleeping situation. Progressively ignoring him has helped a lot over the past few weeks, but we still had an hour or so of yelling for Daddy at bed time, and an hour or so of yelling in the morning when he wakes up at the ungodly hour of 5:30.
Today Dexter said something about big peanut butter cups. And a little light bulb popped up over my head. What if... What if we put a package of peanut butter cups in his room, right next to his clock? And the train that we've been promising him for 2 weeks if he could just shut his mouth when his clock is blue. And if he's quiet for blue light, he can have both when his clock turns yellow. And if he makes any noise, we will reach in the door and grab the peanut butter cups and the train, and he will not get them.
I absolutely thought that the peanut butter cups would be in his room for about 3.2 seconds after John closed the door at bed time, and then his usual calling for Daddy would resume and the peanut butter cups would be MINE. All mine! :-)
But the boy surprises me sometimes. It's been a quiet night, save for the hacking coughs from all members of the family. The baby is still coughing, which is both the cutest and the most concerning sound. Her fever is steadily going up, and I called the doctor about it tonight. So far we've been given the all-clear to keep fighting the germs at home. But if anything gets worse, I see another trip to A.I. in our future... We're crossing our fingers that it doesn't come to that.
Doesn't really look like the face of a sick baby. She's been fairly chipper, which is part of the reason why we're allowed to stay home, even though her fever has spiked over the "dude, call the doctor" mark.
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