I'm reading a new book on parenting called Love and Logic. It's supposed to be great. We'll see. I'm skeptical.
One funny story: Ben wakes up in the middle of every night crying and calling for me. I stumble into his room without even opening my eyes, pull him into a bear hug, and we sleep that way for the rest of the night. It's totally fine with me, not even a blip on my radar screen. Last night, though, at 1am, I awoke to him SCREAMING HIS BLOODY HEAD OFF. Honest to God, I thought someone was ripping off his finger nails. I jump out of bed, race into to my "spot" on his bed, but he's not there. I feel around the entire bed. Not there. I am totally disoriented. I hear him, but where the hell is he? I finally realize the screams are coming from under Sam's bed. I turn on the lights, blinded by the brightness. I realize he is screaming, "I'm stuck!" And the kid is literally stuck. I have to pull him out by the ankles. I turn out the light. We climb into our spots on the bed and fall asleep. This morning I asked him about it and he says he wasn't under Sam's bed, Sam's bed got on top of him. Wouldn't you just love to know??????