In the Middle of the Night

This is a little glimps of what life looks like around here at 3:00am. I spend most of my night bouncing back and forth between the younger two. Joseph will have a bad dream and an hour later Finley will wake up with teething woes and scream for an hour. One night he got angry, slammed his door, and stomped back to his bed. I stood in the dark outside his door giggling quietly to myself while I listened to him tuck himself back into bed. Another night he stomped off to the corner of the room and sat on the floor. I also might have giggled a little bit as I watched him nod off. His eye lids were heavy and his head kept sliding against the wall as he fought to stay awake. I eventually scooped him up and tucked him back into bed. Finding him sleeping half off his bed is not an unusual thing. This kid keeps me laughing, even in the middle of the night!