Yeah, it really is about the kids.

This morning around three Daniel woke up.  I know this because I heard him cough, cry and then get out of his bed on the monitor.  I still sleep pretty lightly when it comes to hearing stuff on the monitor.  Always will, I suspect, because I haven't had what you might call good sleep patterns since I was in my early twenties. That's all neither here nor there, though.  The point is, soon after three in the morning Daniel strode purposefully into our room and climbed into bed with us.  He ended up between Christine and I and proceeded to turn circles, stand up, bounce, jabber, the whole bit. Christine let this carry on for a while.  Maybe as much as ten minutes, before she said firmly, "Daniel, go to sleep." That's when the incredible happened. He stopped.  He crawled to the edge of the bed.  He climbed down.  He walked back to his bed, climbed in and went to sleep . Who knew?

It was a rough night.  James had a bad dream about something and when he came into our room he was extremely upset about there being "missing pieces".  We told him we would find them in the morning and that was a no-go, so I asked him if he wanted me to go find the missing pieces now and that wasn't a good option either.  Eventually he did fall asleep again, but only after Christine ceded her side of the bed to him and went to sleep in his room. But at 4am Daniel woke up very upset.  He made enough noise that he woke me up and I met him in the hallway before he got into our room.  I'd forgotten it was only James and I in bed at the time, but I remembered James was there and I wasn't thinking four of us would make for a good few more hours of sleep. It didn't take very long to get Daniel settled again, he was asleep again by about quarter past, but then I remembered that now James was the only one sleeping in a room with actual alarm clocks set.  So back up