So all three boys are sick right now. Nothing huge, but there’s coughing and wheezing and because of this, I slept with my ear more finely tuned to the sound of crying toddlers last night.
Well. At about 1:00, I was jolted out of a nice slumber by the sound of hysterical crying. I’m still not great about telling who is who over the monitor, but I had a feeling it was Oliver. Maybe a nightmare? Or he was having trouble breathing?
Heart pounding, I raced out of bed into his room and unzipped his crib tent.
(Here’s where I really, really wish I had a night-vision camera or something, so you could see for yourself.)
Oliver was sitting up, clutching the DVD case in one hand, and the cover in the other. He couldn’t get the cover back in the sleeve, and by golly, who can sleep when a DVD cover is out of its case? (Kinda like this)
No one in our house, obviously.
So I put the cover back in, and he laid right down and fell back asleep.
Pardon my French, but you gotta be shittin’ me.
He did it again half an hour later.