Kids say the darndest things, wake up edition.

Vivi didn’t sleep well last night. (Her pattern for the past few weeks.) Last night she slept so poorly, in fact, that at 2:45 after I had fed her and rocked her and was awake for a few hours trying to get her to stay asleep when I set her down, I gave up and decided to let her cry. She was fed, she was tired, so it was my only option if I wanted a wink of sleep myself. After a half hour of fussing, she fell asleep on her own.

Then the same situation repeated again from 5-6:30, with some loud crying at 6:30. Wally IV wakes up with Wally V, and IV heard V wake up to the loud crying but stay in bed until his usual wake up time at 7. Then after a while he came downstairs and joined his daddy for their morning routine of exercise (IV) and iPad (V).

Then when I woke up after my last stretch of sleep (a necessity with this horrible sleep pattern thing we have going on), Wally V came in the room and gave me a big hug good morning, which he usually does. It was so nice. I said, “Did Vivi wake you up this morning, Wally Ben?”

He said, “No. I was just sleeping with my eyes open.”

The conclusion: WV is a good big brother.