So last night was day a zillion of #2 sleeping in our bed. (Ok. so it may not be a zillion, but it's getting close.)
I love #2. He's so little, and so stinking cute that you just have to love him. (I'm not just saying that either, he really is!) But, he has a perfectly nice, big bedroom with a perfectly nice little bed/convertible crib/daybed contraption in it where he really should sleep.
But does he?
Nope. Nope. Nope.
Instead, we get this...
And to make things worse, he's a tosser. And a turner. And a "I'm going to hit you in the mouth with my adorable little two year old foot at 2 a.m. because I can."
I long, long LONG for the days when the hubs and I had the bed to ourselves. (Get your mind outta the gutter, I'm talking about sleeping!) When I didn't wake up to a little person who just rolled on top of me, and then was mad I was in HIS way! When I wasn't scrunched hanging over the edge of the bed because #2 kept squeezing me out, inch by inch.
We have tried everything. Lots of snuggling in his room, bedtime stories, staying in his room until he falls alseep and then you have to sneak out like a hot footed burglar, except you stepped on the squeaky part and now you woke him up.
He has Christmas lights in his room because we thought he was afraid of the dark. We have tried pleading, begging, bribing...at least as much as you can do all of the above with a little person. Nope. He steadfastly refuses to sleep in his bed.
The only thing we haven't tried is sleep training. But I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't. Could you look at this cute little face and sleep train him?
I can't. It'd break my heart. And his. But mine more I think.
So now what?