After going to bed two hours late because we had dinner at some friends' house, Juma woke up at 4:30 in the morning demanding his unicorn.
Which doesn't exist.
We didn't even know he knew the word unicorn; he certainly doesn't have a toy one. It turns out he needed to go to the bathroom (at least he didn't go in his pull-ups), but he wasn't able to sleep after that. He wanted everything from a toy ("No, not that one!") to a snack ("I don't know which food I want!") to moving his bed back into his own room (but not to sleep on it) to his watch (so he could see if it was seven o'clock yet) to nothing at all (but crying pretty loudly about it).
That lasted two hours. I finally got him calmed down enough that I let him stay on the couch with his watch, waiting for the six to become a seven. He fell alseep there, and slept until nine. So did we.
On a happier note, we're hopping on the plane tomorrow to head to California! Just six more sleeps 'til Christmas. (And when am I going to shop?)
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