Sleeping with dinosaurs
1218am, the 2 years old isn’t sleeping.
He is tossing and turning 3 feet below my feet.
His bed is attached my Queen mattress.
His brother’s twin mattress is next to his bed on the livingroom floor.
Big brother is sleeping with my mommy.
The baby and I are camping out in 3 mattresses.
He likes to surf from the baby mattress to the boy mattress. I think he wants to be a big boy.
He's still struggling and pleading for a bottle of milk.
He has a herd of dinosaurs accompanying him on his little bed. We got him a set of silicone dinosaurs figurines. He loves them so much he keeps them in bed.
He has about dozen hand size dinosaur with pointy teeth, spikes, spines, and claws. On top he has another 2 larger dinosaurs figurines in the mix. They are about the size of my feet, 10 1/2.
Besides the dinosaurs, he has his older brother's Transformers beastwar which Bumblebee transforms into a yellow dragon thingy. The baby calls this his yellow dinosaur.
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Then there is big brother's stuff animal the Hammerhead Shark which the baby kidnapped.
He's complaining again, I can hear him huffing and puffing. He is fumbling for the corner of the his blanket with the tag. He must hold on that tag on the corner of his security fleece blanket. He uses this one fleece blanket from summer to winter. We would dress him in 3 layers in deep winter because we know 1 layer of fleece of blanket just won't do it. But he refuses all other blankets and we can only secretly add another layer when he is deep asleep.
Naps and sleep, his dinosaurs, blanket, shark, and pillow must be there.
If a single dinosaur is missing he will freak out.
Day or night, he will find all 12 of his dinosaurs in order to go to sleep.
Sometimes he wakes up at 3am crying about sleeping on top of one of his spiny dinosaurs. Sometimes he wakes up freaking out about a dinosaur dropped and demand us to find it in the darkness.
He just finished a bottle. It's 1230am.
He cried again and said daddy bottle.
He demanded me to take the empty bottle from his hands.
I clapped in the darkness and shouted out, good job baby you are the best now put it down yourself please.
Minutes later he complained.
Without hesitation I got up and took the bottle from his hands.
It's quarter to one, I'm too tired, I'll let him be the King.
