Griffin has been getting up a lot at night lately. The 2 am calls (read: yelling and screaming) started a few weeks ago and are quickly getting old for the entire family. I feel particularly bad for Brennan who has been forced to come wake Chris and me up nightly to deal with Griffin's middle of the night screaming. (Chris and I used to wake up at the sound of a pin drop when Aidan was a baby. Now, we burrow ourselves under the covers and refuse to let a little thing like a screaming child disturb our rest. We’re tired, okay? So, very, very tired.)
Before bed last night, I decided to have a heart to heart talk with Griffin about the middle of the night disturbances. I explained to him that he was waking the entire family each and every night and it was just unacceptable behavior. He nodded as I spoke, looking as if he was seriously considering everything I said to him.
After a moment, he said, “You know Mom, I know I seem a lot older, but I am actually only three years old. And because I am actually only three years old, I am sometimes going to do things that other three year old kids do, like wake up at night. A lot of my friends wake up at night too. Even Ryan does it!”
And there you have it. The logic of a three year old. I’ve got nothing. We are doomed with this kid.
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