Last night, we had a battle of wills. Our babe, who has been getting a warm body to fall asleep next to since we put her in a big girl bed, was proving to be indecisive.
Daddy, mommy, daddy, mommy...it's a game that was beginning to be played with too much frequency.
So last night it was: Daddy vs. Baby Girl--Round One.
He decided, once and for all, that for one cotton pickin' gosh darn night, she was gonna go to sleep in her own bed...BY. HER. SELF. (Although, I'm not so certain his foul mood was so much about teaching her better "sleep hygiene" as it was related to a broken heart.) :(
Cue tears, "I want mama", and much carrying on. All the while 4 other children were trying to go to sleep.
Next thing I know, Hambone says (all serious and exasperated) to the Pal: "I can't take this crying any more...I'm sleepin' with you." And he marched himself downstairs to sleep in the relative quiet of his big brother's room.
Hambone...our wise, old soul.