Intro

Before you get upset, this has NOTHING to do with Star Trek. The klingon is the nickname I gave to my now 3 year old son before he was a year old. He was quite clingy to mommy (perhaps because mommy still had to feed him every 3 hours when he was 6 months old!), and it just sort of stuck.

A little about me - my husband and I are both 30 (though I turn 31 in 27 days!), and both work outside of the home. My husband is a deputy sheriff for the county (the klingon is very concerned with how many bad boys and girls his daddy caught at work today!), I'm a data architect for an energy company. The klingon is our first and only child.

I have a rather smart preschooler. I know, I know, every mom says that about their kid, and I may be doing the same thing, but he sure seems smart to me. Every day I'm usually laughing at something he says or does, he picks up on things quick. So this is my attempt to share my amusement with anyone in the world who cares.

Today's story is from naptime. Why this child will go to his mat at school immediately after lunch and fall asleep on his own by 11:30, but is still fighting me at 1:30 at home, is beyond me. I thought I won the battle today when I got him into bed at 1:15 with his cup of milk (well, sort of. He takes naps in our bed).

2:30 rolls around and he's still wide awake, watching Alvin and the Chipmunks. I turn the TV off and tell him to go to sleep or no more TV for the day. Predictably, he throws a fit, and after about 10 minutes decides to take a nap in his bed (which he has done once in the last 3 months - and that was the other day when he fell asleep in my husband's lap and he managed to get him upstairs and keep him asleep). I try to follow him upstairs, to which I get a "talk to the hand", and he says, "No, mommy, I want to go up by myself!" Okay, fine. I'm tired, so I head back to bed and listen to him tromp up the stairs and climb into bed.

I go up to check on him after a few minutes, and sure enough, he's in bed, but still awake. I head back down the stairs, cautiously optimistic in my "victory". It was short-lived, as not even 10 minutes later, I hear his heavy footsteps run across his room. By the time I get upstairs, he's in bed curled up with his 30" tall Dora pillow. I ask him if I can give him a kiss goodnight, to which he says, "sure!", and crawls out of bed.

So now he's sitting in the rocking chair in his room. He gives me "a look", and says, "Mommy, I'm awake now, can I watch TV?" Nice try, kid.

I finally did get him to sleep just after 4:00. We didn't wake up until daddy came home from work just after 6:00. He usually goes to bed at 9:30 - wonder what time that'll get pushed back to tonight with the late nap!