So Nicholas wakes up at 5 a.m. this morning shrieking "Dada!" and when I go hurtling into his room he sniffs, "I'm scared." He has also, to my chagrin, woken up the baby. It's obvious Nicholas isn't going to go back to sleep on his own, and I'm afraid he'll make so much noise that Simon won't be able to go back to sleep, so I immediately ship him off to my own nice warm bed and crawl into his.
Once cuddled in with his daddy, Nicholas goes back to sleep immediately. Simon, however, does not. Which means neither do I.
I have now been up since 5 a.m. And Simon is demanding breakfast in the form of "geeps". We have no grapes left, however; they're one of the things I have to buy when I go grocery shopping today. He is not impressed.