Carry on.

Mommy?…. Open. Mommy?!?! MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!

Well… after months of uncomfortable sleeping positions, Evelyn and I decided to keep the lock on the door before we went to bed in the hopes that our son would sleep on his own. It was more of a trial for us than it was for him!

It all started off smoothly. We read Nicolas a story, prayed,, gave Nicolas a hug. Evelyn went to bed first and I told him… “Nico, Mommy and Daddy are going to sleep in our own room. You will sleep here, okay? ”

“Okay,” said Nico with a big big smile

“Good night,” I said as I kissed my son’s forehead. Then out of the blue, he started singing:

I Love Mommy She loves me
I love Daddy, yessiree!
He loves us and so does she
We are a happy family!!!

“Phew!”, I thought. He was in good spirits, the perfect time to leave him in his bed. I gave him his toy, walked out, shut his door and LOCKED ours. 10:20PM

What a relaxing time! I’m holding my wife, without the natural “Birth control” (Our son – get your mind out the gutter!) in between. I haven’t had this feeling in a long time! Her feet! I can feel her feet against mine. Her feet are so soft.

At 10:24 we heard the shuffling of a three year old’s feet . Then a soft voice through the door and the darkness of our room…

“Mommy?…”

A great groaning sigh… He’s back. And I wonder how long we will last before we open that door yet again.

Mommy?…. Open. knock. knock. knock.

Mommy?!?! …click… click… click

MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!!!

MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!!! BANG! BANG! BANG!

MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!!! BANG! BANG! BANG!

10:27. My wife says, “I think that’s good enough. Let’s open the door and let him in.” I said no… it’s too short. But deep in my heart I wanted to let him in.

MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!!! BANG! BANG! BANG!

10:29 “Why don’t you open the door and take him back to his room?” “He’ll be okay. Let him cry and he’ll go back to his room on his own

MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!!! BANG! BANG! BANG!

10:31PM Pretty soon, Nico’s yelling went in and out, in and out… He was obviously walking around the living room. But since he’s outside, we don’t know.

“Open the door! I can’t hear him. He might be trying to go outside!” “No. Let’s stay here. He’ll go back to his bed.” I will definitely not fall for that trick!

MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!!! BANG! BANG! BANG!

MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!!! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Repeat Ad nauseum

MMMOOOMMMMYYYY!!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!! OPEN!!!! BANG! BANG! BANG! Cough cough cough…. BANG BANG BANG! Cough Cough Cough

10:33PM I’m thinking… “Good. His vocal cords are running out. Perhaps he’ll get tired and go to bed.”

Evelyn says, “That’s good enough! Open the door! He’s going to throw up. ” The famous words of Mr. Reis popped up in my head: “You can pay me now… or pay me later.” It would have been so much easier if we just allowed Nicolas to sleep in his own crib/bed when he was one year old.

(More yelling coughing and banging)

10:40PM Evelyn says, “Please hun… open the door. That’s good enough!”

BANG BANG BANG! Cough Cough Cough

“Please hun… open the door. That’s good enough!”

BANG BANG BANG! Cough Cough Cough

“Please hun… open the door. That’s good enough!”

BANG BANG BANG! Cough Cough Cough

“Please hun… open the door. That’s good enough!”

BANG BANG BANG! Cough Cough Cough

10:42PMSigh. Two against one. I can’t win this time around….

I opened the door and all the lights were open… even the kitchen one which is kinda hard to get to for a three year old without a chair! And Nico had the puffy eyes, tears and wanted a hug. I brought him back to his room and tried to get him to lie down on his bed. Squirming in and out with his eyes transfixed on the bedroom door, he wanted so badly to get into our room.”No way!” I thought. I set him on his bed and said,

“Nico, you wait here. If you wait here quietly, mommy will come here and give you a hug, Okay?”

“Okay.” ..sniff…. Sniff… snort… sniff, He sounded like… you know… the kind of uncontrollable sniff and snort that you get when you’ve been crying for what seems to be days!

23:07PM. We lasted 47 minutes. Evelyn is still in my son’s bedroom while I’m still writing this. Oh well. I think she fell asleep. I wonder if it would be wise to wake her up and bring her to our room?!

Worth the risk? I think so!!!
Good night everyone!

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