funny boy

For nearly 5 years, Ryan has had a horrible time sleeping.  Many (most) nights he cries out in the middle of the night—a plaintive wail of “Mama!  Mama!!”  More recently he’s been sleeping through the night, and at this point we’re up to 6 or 7 consecutive good nights before we have a bad one.  Then the pattern starts over.  It’s a far cry from where we’ve been, and I am very happy with our nights.

One of the things we’ve tried to teach him is that he doesn’t need to sit on his bed and cry until I come, that he can instead come into our room and wake me.  Well, he finally got the message.  Early Monday morning—like 3:25—he came to my side of the bed and said “Mama I need you.”  No tears, no frustration, just words.  Ahhhh…progress.

As I snuggled with him in his bed, I asked him how it was to come to me and wake me up rather than yelling at me until I responded.  He snuggled closer, and with a HUGE smile in his voice he said:

“It was GREAT!  Just like you said, I didn’t have to be sad and cry.  And even better?  You got here a whole lot faster!”

Goofy boy!