Rye, is a very good sleeper, and if he does wake up before me, he will take him self downstairs to watch a dvd or play a game, he'll even help himself to cereal if he gets hungry. These days after a while he does come back upstairs, stand beside my bed, pat me on the back, and in a pipingly cute voice ask if, "It's time to get up yet?", which of course is the only thing that saves him from me growling......"NO". Difficult to be a bear with such cuteness.
So, the odd sleepless nights I do endure, are awful. Last night was awful. Rye woke up sweaty and distressed, but still half asleep around 11pmish, stripped him down and cuddled him back to sleep... but for the rest of the night he moaned constantly - but couldn't tell me why. He thrashed, he moaned some more, and then he'd thrash again. At one point I was having fantasies of scooping him up and dumping him in his own room.
It was attack of the zombies this morning. We were suppose to be at Forest School and I'd offered a lift, the evening before, to another home ed family..... 8am I groggily texted to say we wouldn't make it, and fell back into bed next to a now sleeping, moanless Rye. Shame really, because whatever ailed him during the night was not in evidence today, and I think he would have really enjoyed the willow weaving at Forest School. Rye woke a bit before me, and wandered downstairs to watch a Popeye dvd. There was a brief contemplation of getting up before sleep claimed me again.... and later I woke to Rye piping, "Is it time to get up yet?".
To which I responded, "It is, or you could come back to bed for cuddles?" He opted for cuddles. **melt**
|Dr Juice; apple, lemon, ginger, honey and hot water.|
Mother Magazine arrived just after lunchtime and I fancied a sit down with a cuppa and the mag. Rye, was Mr Chatterbox though. Crafting, I craftily thought, and he was enjoying himself, but it was kinda aimless, he said he wanted to make snowmen. So I gave him a range of snowmen making materials; and while he was enjoying what he was doing, he wasn't achieving what he said he wanted to do.
Not so crafty of me as I laid down on the floor with him and began crafting too, making this little fella;
|Glyerin perserved leaves - preserved a few days ago!|
Mind it was parky today. I took Rye over to the park to have a go with this: