On Saturday night we had a sleepover in the basement. We were celebrating the end of the school year. And it was fun to have our basement available again after Kris left.
So we set up a tent for the boys and watched a movie together (Winnie the Pooh, aka "Kissy"). After story time were finally saying our good nights around 9:30. The boys wanted to sing songs after the lights were out. How can you not let them sing songs? So cute. But the song singing wound Colin up a little and then he wanted to play. So I had to talk to him about going to sleep… "everyone was tired, it was late, the tent was so cozy…." But he wasn't in the mood. He was in the mood for fighting it. I told him that I would have to put him upstairs in his bed then. That made him sad. It made Evan sad too, because Evan didn't want to miss the first fun night of brothers in the tent together. So I went back to encouraging Colin to just lay down and rest quietly the rest of us could sleep, knowing he would fall asleep at some point too. But then his fight became that he wanted to go to his bed.
So I brought him up after some tears. And stuck him in his bed. More tears. "Mama, rock me!" Usually I can't say no to that. But it was 10:00 and we had been playing the bedtime fight too long. I was not in the mood. "I want Dada to say good night!" No Colin, Dada is asleep. Tears. Eventually it ended. I think I did rock him a bit and threaten to take away his friends. But, we sleep upstairs. Dad and Evan downstairs.
In the morning, I expected Colin to still be holding on to some of his anger. But, he was as sweet as usual. And told me, "Mama, I'm glad you're here. I'm glad Dada is hear. The airplane brought you back and I went upstairs and woke you up and you opened your eyes." He was remembering the reunion after our France trip. I could do without the fights with a 2-year-old, but I'm glad I'm here too, Colin.
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