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Things you don't want to hear at 2.30 in the morning:
Whimper, thump, creak, pad pad pad pad pad, all of which is underlying a sniffling sort of sob, followed by rustling and a forty-pound weight lifting himself up onto the bed and burrowing under the covers next to you, Bunny in hand.
So Bill attempted to put the forty-pound weight back in his own bed, which sounded a bit like this:
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!"
At which point I gave up sleeping (eh, sleeping's for wimps) and went to rescue Andrew, who according to Bill, had gone to stand in a corner and sob (thereby putting himself in the Calm-Down Corner). Once nestled back in the relative safety of Momma's arms, Andrew immediately stopped howling, and I had to lay with him for about twenty minutes before he fell back asleep, mostly calm.
On the bright side, Bill was still awake when I got back to our bed, and we ended up having a nice little chat about the end of Heart2 (I try to plot things before I sleep, it's relaxing), because I've been having trouble figuring out exactly where to go with Heart3. Which is to say, I know where it will end up, I just haven't had the slightest clue how to get there. The nice thing about Bill is that he's removed from fandom enough, and his brain is just weird enough, that every so often he comes up with something completely ridiculous, but there's always a grain of something in there I can use. As was the case at 2.30 this morning, which resulted in me giving up on sleep altogether and writing the first page of Heart3.
I'm still not quite sure how I'm getting to where I'm going, but at least I have a road map for the first bits, and that's pretty much all I ever have, so I'm good with that.
In other, Andrew-related news, he's changing his bedtime routine and I wonder if we aren't setting ourselves up for something. It used to be that when I put Andrew down for the night, I'd say "Good night, Andrew, love you, sleep well." Except now Andrew freaks if I say that, so instead the conversation has been going like this:
Me: Goodnight, Andrew...
Andrew: Water!
Me: Water?
Andrew: Water.
Me: Okay, water. [leave room, don't return]
The not returning is key; every time we've gone back with water, Andrew takes two sips, if that, and looks at us like we're insane. When we stopped bringing the water, he fell asleep. We're pretty sure he knows what water means - he drinks it during the day, and it's never been part of the bedtime routine - so we're not sure why he's decided to include it. But for some reason, Andrew has decided that "water" is the thing to say before you go to sleep for the night, vice "I love you" or "Sleep tight".
I feel a little like we're abandoning him every night, promising him water that never actually arrives, but he's also mostly sleeping through the night (tonight being an exception) so I'm not too upset about it. Sleep, yo, it's awesome.
Also, I'm yawning. Hurrah, I can catch a couple more hours and maybe convince my father-in-law to walk with me to Costa Coffee in the morning.
Whimper, thump, creak, pad pad pad pad pad, all of which is underlying a sniffling sort of sob, followed by rustling and a forty-pound weight lifting himself up onto the bed and burrowing under the covers next to you, Bunny in hand.
So Bill attempted to put the forty-pound weight back in his own bed, which sounded a bit like this:
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!"
At which point I gave up sleeping (eh, sleeping's for wimps) and went to rescue Andrew, who according to Bill, had gone to stand in a corner and sob (thereby putting himself in the Calm-Down Corner). Once nestled back in the relative safety of Momma's arms, Andrew immediately stopped howling, and I had to lay with him for about twenty minutes before he fell back asleep, mostly calm.
On the bright side, Bill was still awake when I got back to our bed, and we ended up having a nice little chat about the end of Heart2 (I try to plot things before I sleep, it's relaxing), because I've been having trouble figuring out exactly where to go with Heart3. Which is to say, I know where it will end up, I just haven't had the slightest clue how to get there. The nice thing about Bill is that he's removed from fandom enough, and his brain is just weird enough, that every so often he comes up with something completely ridiculous, but there's always a grain of something in there I can use. As was the case at 2.30 this morning, which resulted in me giving up on sleep altogether and writing the first page of Heart3.
I'm still not quite sure how I'm getting to where I'm going, but at least I have a road map for the first bits, and that's pretty much all I ever have, so I'm good with that.
In other, Andrew-related news, he's changing his bedtime routine and I wonder if we aren't setting ourselves up for something. It used to be that when I put Andrew down for the night, I'd say "Good night, Andrew, love you, sleep well." Except now Andrew freaks if I say that, so instead the conversation has been going like this:
Me: Goodnight, Andrew...
Andrew: Water!
Me: Water?
Andrew: Water.
Me: Okay, water. [leave room, don't return]
The not returning is key; every time we've gone back with water, Andrew takes two sips, if that, and looks at us like we're insane. When we stopped bringing the water, he fell asleep. We're pretty sure he knows what water means - he drinks it during the day, and it's never been part of the bedtime routine - so we're not sure why he's decided to include it. But for some reason, Andrew has decided that "water" is the thing to say before you go to sleep for the night, vice "I love you" or "Sleep tight".
I feel a little like we're abandoning him every night, promising him water that never actually arrives, but he's also mostly sleeping through the night (tonight being an exception) so I'm not too upset about it. Sleep, yo, it's awesome.
Also, I'm yawning. Hurrah, I can catch a couple more hours and maybe convince my father-in-law to walk with me to Costa Coffee in the morning.