Really Not Funny (at the Time)
The scene: Last week. 2:30am. The Burgh family and their many prisoners were all sleeping soundly in the Parental Unit's bed. Suddenly, a scream shattered the monotony of rolling thunder-like Bulldog snores. The Toddler shot straight up in the bed, screaming as if someone were plucking out her toenails with pliers.
Mother-type figure (while burying head under pillow): What's wrong, Alexis?
Alexis: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Mother-type figure: Alexis, use your words. What. is. wrong.
Alexis (stammering): I wan . . . want Mick . . . key bed.
Mother-type figure (drowsily): What?
Alexis (still crying): I want Mickey bed.
The mother-type figure wondered to herself if an elephant has sat on the Toddler's legs, preventing her from walking the path to the precious Mickey-covered bed in her room--the same path she had traveled in reverse just an hour earlier. Perhaps someone installed One-Way Hallway signs? A stop sign? A brick wall?
Mother-type figure: Then go get in Mickey bed.
Alexis (sobbing): WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Mother-type figure: If you want your bed, go get in your bed.
Alexis (sobbing): WAAAAAAAAAH!
The mother-type figure slammed the warm, cozy blankets to the side, snatched the Toddler up into her arms, and stormed back into the kid's room. She sort of (but not really) gently laid the Toddler down into the aforementioned Mickey bed, and thrust the rat-faced blankets up over the Toddler's chest.
Alexis: Zzzzzzzzzzzz.
The mother-type figure: You have GOT to be kidding me.
Just about precisely 24 hours later, the mother-type figure learned that the Toddler was not, in fact, kidding as they replayed the entire scenario all over again. She was not amused.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Reader Comments (30)
FYI--That's pre-haircut Cody. There's a crappy post-haircut photo over on my http://www.flickr.com/photos/30399149@N07/3181271084/" REL="nofollow">Flickr page.
Welcome to the unexplainable 3's. There is no reason within any understanding for half of what happens at that age. 5 is around the corner right....(Hugs)Indigo
I might be wrong, but to me, it seems like progress!
LOL, hope it doesn't happen every night from now on!
she just want to keep you on your toes.
or perhaps perpetually perplexed.
I'm such a mean mother, I would stand toddler on the floor, give a little push in the direction of the door and say GO!. Usually they went. Mostly they didn't get into my bed in the first place until morning anyway.
This too shall pass, this too shall pass, this too shall pass......
Keep repeating as needed.
Is it wrong that I'm a little jealous that she can TELL you what she wants? :p
but such great communication skills... and she is merely exercising her right to be a true woman (someday) by changing her mind.
Yep. Sounds about right to me.
You know that when she reads this later, she's going to think you are exagerrating a bit - then she'll have her own. :)
Stay strong and remember there are only 365.25 days in a year. :)
Does this count toward your New Year's Resolution to get the toddler to sleep in her own bed?
She must have been talking with BB about the quickest way to aggravate me. Middle of the night illogical screaming always does it!
Why do they freaking do that!! OMG, my 2 year old did the same exact thing last night. Freaking brats.
Maybe she is sleep walking and then gets disoriented?
Oooooh I'd be SOOOOO pissed off. SOOOOOOO pissed off. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO pissed off.
Well at least that's all it took, right? Could've been worse. She could've tried to get you to stay with her in the Mickey bed.
@Jennifer-I think the fact that she frequently has total conversations with me in the middle of the night is a good indication that she's wide awake when she wanders our halls. For example, last night she told me all about how she didn't want water from the pink cup and she HAD to have the orange cup. Which was downstairs. Because she loves me. Or something.
"rat-faced blankets" made me giggle!
@Amy--I love Disney, but I really don't like the rat. Never have. When has he ever actually done something? What movies roles has he rocked? NONE. He's like the Paris Hilton of Disney. Famous for nothing.
Oh hell woman.
You know there's no explanation. the little devils just do as they please for no reason at all.
it will only hurt your brain to try to figure it out.
sorry babe.
OK, since we have twins born on opposite sides of the country four months apart from each other (Maury Povich, here we come!), I can assure you that this 3's phase will be fairly short. I think it lasted a month or two with Little Man before he became human again.
But for a while, my days were spent telling him "you're so not fun anymore!"
Because I'm mature like that...
I am so glad to see from your post and from the comments, I am not the only one with a short fuse at night. heh! Mine is a 9 yo though, so I think I deserve to get all gripey at her. I hope it doesn't last long, for your sake and hers.
While that does totally suck, I have to agree with some others that it sounds like progress. At least she wants to go back in her own bed.
We are at the stage where my little one will freak out in the middle of the night (after coming into our room) and say she wants her bed. And then when you try to take her there, she freaks out and demands "this" bed (which is mommy and daddy's bed). Rinse and repeat...
Aww bless her heart! But she loves her Mickey Bed! :) She just wants to makes sure your still there at night. Yeah, thats it, she just wants to make sure your ok.
We went through a phase like that. My daughter would wake up at 2am and want get in bed with us and talk to me. After a couple of weeks of it, I had to put an end to it. If she comes in our room prior to 6am, her butt is going back into her bed. Otherwise, she will not let us sleep.
Love those socks! I'm assuming you're have the pre-bedtime conversation about just staying with Mickey tonight? Stupid question, I know. Sorry.
She is a riddle wrapped in an enigma, that one...like most preschoolers!
I'm totally loving her heart tights. She's all ready for Valentine's Day. You know she's a wumman. She's allowed to change her mind with the wind.
Ok, that would drive me crazy, too, but someday you'll look back on it and smile fondly.
Great picture! I always love your photos!