Thursday, June 14, 2007

Knocking in the night

11:30pm.

I hear a door open quietly, then close, followed by the pitter patter of little feet, then the sound of someone knocking on a door. It was the Happy Boy. He was hungry. He left his room - quietly opening the door, then quietly closing it (I guess in case we came by his room we'd think he was still in there, or maybe so we wont see the mess - nonetheless, it's really cute). Walked slowly and quietly towards our room (we keep our doors closed so the crying baby wont wake the Happy Boy up) and knocked, and knocked, and knocked until I heard him from the basement.

I called his name, met him at the top of the stairs and he sat on my lap, head in hands and just sighed, said nothing, but sigh. He was very sleepy, I thought he was going to fall back asleep right in my arms. Instead he perked up when I asked him if he was hungry. He said he wanted "cottage cheese". Yup. Cottage cheese. So I took him to the kitchen, gave him cottage cheese and milk and after 15 minutes took him back to his bed where he slept like a (baby - but not our baby).

Cutie.

2 comments:

Laural Dawn said...

That is so sweet!
I remember one time when I was really young - like about 4 - when I couldn't sleep. My dad brought me into the kitchen and made me warm milk.
It's one of those moments I will never forget.

Naomi (Urban Mummy) said...

It's weird how he's been so hungry lately...every night he wants snacks - cereal or cottage cheese. Crazy.