Little Man's First Fort

Why is it that I can't fall asleep when I want to? Did my mother keep it too quiet when I was a baby? Was I dependent on a favorite doll or rocking to get to sleep? Or was it that I was raised in the pit of Hadies and had to sleep with one eye open, ever alert for attack? Yea, it was probably that.

Last night Noah kept waking us up with loud sounds and talking. I think he was having some weird/bad dreams and was talking in his sleep. We even turned the monitor off, but he would yell for me. When I got in there he would toss and turn and then simply go back to sleep. Quickly, effortlessly. Lucky kid. Then he got up at 7:30 - a full hour earlier than usual. Stan set him up with breakfast in front of the TV and let me stay in bed for almost an hour. Have I mentioned how much I love my hubby lately? 'Cause I do.

Today his nap was 45 minutes long. Usually it's 90 - 120. Needless to say, I didn't get a nap either and I was so looking forward to one! So I was stuck with a tired, crabby kid to entertain for 5 - 6 more lonely hours. Sigh. I decided to try something new. So I wrapped some toys in newspaper for "presents." That worked for almost an hour. Amazing how the same present wrapped over and over again doesn't lose it's charm.

Then I broke out the big guns. I gathered packing tape, a king sized sheet, two kitchen chairs and brought them to the couch. Then I made Noah a fort that only HE was allowed in. He loved it. We usually play "fort" with Stan under the comforter on the bed, hodling up the covers and Noah attacks him and destroys it. Although I have logged many hours playing the game as well. We've even had all 4 house members involved. So this brings new dimension to the word "fort" for Noah. Yeah, that's right. I'm throwin' it down old school, G.

Right now SpongeBob is saving me from having to entertain the little tike. But the fort is also here, waiting to entertain when the child demands. Only 3 more hours to go. . .