We spent this morning at the doctor because my sidekick has decided to make a snack of his toenails. Yep. His toenails. He's pretty much given himself an ingrown toenail which combined with tball cleats makes for a nasty combination.
Four year old boys are gross, y'all.
Stinky and dirty, but still full of hugs and snuggles. It's an endearing mix, I suppose.
While at the doctor we discussed sleeping issues. Specifically the lack of sleep we've been receiving. Last night Reese was up-- for various reasons-- until 11:00. Then he was awake for the day at 5:15. A wake up time somewhere between five fifteen and five thirty has been the norm all summer. I'm exhausted today. And my buddy needs some sleep.
{various reasons being that he was hot, needed medicine on his two week old bug bites, wanted to clarify that I was safely across the hall, was hot again, and then he needed someone to snuggle- I said no}
Our new plan is bedtime around 7:45. That obviously won't work on nights when we have tball at 7:00, but all other nights it should. His school year bedtime is 8:00, but we've been somewhat lax this summer and let him stay up until 8:30. Evidently we are in a sleep drought and it's time for some rain. I'm willing to offer gifts of ninja turtles and cash, if necessary.
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