We just got new furniture for Matthew's room (photos forthcoming). He's been doing really well and has been super excited about it. So much so, that for the first couple of days he'd randomly walk through the house and announce that he had to go check on his new bed.
Unfortunately, it all came to a halt for a little while tonight. Several times after we had put both the boys to bed we thought we had heard one of them moaning. We'd pause the TV, listen for a few seconds, convince ourselves it was a dog or the show, and resume the playback. Just as Liz was getting up to get ready for bed, we finally heard Matthew crying in his bedroom. Certain that he'd been upset most of the night Liz ran into his room to check on him.
I didn't hear anything further for a couple minutes while Liz was in there consoling him and tucking him back into bed. What I did hear after she emerged was completely indecipherable. She was laughing so incredibly hard that I couldn't understand a single word she said.
"Ahahahahahh *snort* hohohohoho *wheeze* ... *squeal* bwahahah!" was all I got.
Finally, she calmed down just enough for me to figure out the words "laundry basket" and "bed." Huh?
OK, so here's what we think happened. It looks as if Matthew got out of bed at some point to get a drink of water or something and on his way back got disoriented. He tried to get back into bed, but went over to the corner of his room where the toddler bed had been. His new bed is almost dead center along one wall. He attempted to climb into his toddler bead, but only managed to sit down in the clothes basket, where he remained crying until Liz went in to rescue him. Liz picked him up, put him down in his (proper) bed, and was ready to wait until he could calm down to go to sleep, which took all of about 6 nanoseconds.
Let's see if he remembers any of this in the morning.
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