Little bear needs more sleep. So we have a frantic rush to try and get him to bed early enough. Because little bear has not mastered the art of turning over and going back to sleep in the morning. When he wakes up he immediately gets out of bed, grabs Ratatouille, down the stairs, thud, thud, thud, flings open the door at the bottom of the stairs, main light on (I usually sit bolt upright in shock at this point), shuts the door at the bottom of the stairs with a crash and then slumps into his chair.
Poor little man, he looks like he is half asleep. He is definitely tired, big eyes with no focus, sprawling out with Ratatouille under his head like a cushion. But he won't go back to sleep! I usually give him his breakfast, and today he has eaten and is now lying on the sofa looking boneless and gazing blankly at the tv. He needs to be asleep - but he won't do it!
It is not the getting him to sleep that is the problem, its the getting him to stay asleep. At the moment all I can think of is waiting for his teenage years to kick in. Something has to give soon.
Mind you - glass half full - not only do I never need an alarm clock, but there is also no sign of chickenpox so far.
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