Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Last night, I had finally drifted off to sleep when I woke up to hear Sam hollering. We still play musical beds a lot of the time. I had both the girls in bed with me and Marc was in Sam's bed with him. (On a side note, I had put Jessie to bed with a special treat of falling asleep in my bed while watching a History Channel special on Mt. Rushmore - I love that watching documentaries is her idea of a special treat) I got up to discover Sam was mostly asleep and yelling that he wanted to go home - he just wanted to go home. I felt so bad for him - any kind of change is so hard for him, and it seemed as though in his sleep, he just wanted to be back home where everything was familiar to him. I crawled in next to him and started rubbing his back. Marc was in there too, trying to get him to understand that he was home - but he was still really asleep. Then suddenly, he started hysterically laughing - the kind of contagious laughter, where he sounds so delighted and just tickled pink by the whole situation. I started laughing too - because it was just kind of funny, Marc and I both bleary eyed and exhausted, trying to soothe this kid who's really still sleeping. There is something magical about a boy who just laughs in his sleep.