Sam's got a new party trick.
What is his new trick, you ask? High five? Jazz hands? Guess again.
Vomit. His new trick is vomit.
Last night I had had it up to "here" with Sam. He was whiny. He was hitting his sister. He was tired. It was bed time. Early, yes, but only by about 45 minutes. He was unhappy. Parenting experts tell you that the easiest and fastest way to get your child to calm down and stop throwing a fit is to completely ignore them while they are doing it. My child must be a prodigy in the tantrum department, because he screamed and thrashed and clanked around his room for a solid hour. It was hard for me too, since I am usually all about trying to find out the issue and make him happy. But last night, I took the advice of his doctor, and his therapists, and my mom, and I'm sure the baby Jesus has written about tantrums, so we'll throw him in there too. And he screamed for an hour.
Finally, he fell asleep. Sam's other new party trick as of late is to stand at the top of our stairs and scream for us at 2 am, promptly, every morning. Since JT and I need sleep in order to function, there have been a few days that we just threw him in between us so we could try to sleep. Not that it worked, because the boy flops around in his sleep like a fish out of water. Sam called out at 2am "I sleep in mama's bed." Mama decided the answer was no.
Again, Sam was none too happy. Since he'd worked himself into a tizzy earlier in the night, it came as no surprise that he was again thrashing and upset. But this time, he decided he'd puke on everything in his room. Repeatedly. Until he got to sleep in his mama's bed.
Ohhhh people. We've got a problem. I held to my guns and didn't let him in our bed, but it was ZERO fun cleaning up his room and doing laundry and giving a bath at 2am. I was pissed. He thought it was a field day.
I do hope this doesn't become a habit. Because I will send myself straight to the looney bin, first class. And our washer will get quite the workout.
I may never sleep again.