Noah always fights going to sleep. That part isn’t mysterious.
Usually, it looks like asking for apple juice, or cheese, or like having a poopy diaper that needs to be changed 10 or 15 minutes after bedtime.
But sometimes, it just looks peculiar.
Tonight, maybe 20 minutes after bedtime, I heard — spaced out approximately 1 minute apart: 5-10 seconds of very fake crying, the clink of coins being thrown, the thuds of a few larger objects being thrown, and finally the repeated every 3 seconds announcement, “Mommy! I don’t want my books in here!”
I ignored it all until about the 4th increasingly loud and frustrated repetition, at which point I gave up trying to disengage my almost asleep nursing baby and accepted that she was going to be awake again, and stood up. She popped awake, a little upset, and we went into Noah’s room.
The doorway was littered with ~$0.30, his shoes, and some soft toys.
“Mommy! I don’t want my books and toys in here!”
So we put them all in a bin and I moved them into the kitchen. Except for the racecars, which were apparently inoffensive. But the slowpoke cars had to go.
Also? Somewhere between putting on his pjs, brushing his teeth, and sitting down to read our stories, Noah managed to lose his new black Camero, a going away present from This Mommy. I cannot imagine where he put it. Unfortunately, neither can he. We searched for at least 10 minutes.
