Alex was home sick yesterday, so he wakes me up this morning and says, "Exciting news mom, I' feel better! And more exciting news, I stayed in my own bed all night - do I get a treat? " First, such a cute way to wake up, the way he says "exciting news" makes me laugh, second, great that he isn't sick, and third, he did stay in his bed all night, but forgot to mention that he still was up about 7 times during the night asking me for water and to sit with him in his room. And at 3a.m. when I try to crawl in his bed with him because I am cold and tired and don't feel like sitting on the floor, he tells me that his bed is too small for both of us and that I should move down on the floor, and while I'm there I can rub his back for him. And if I want to lay with him I should probably get him that bunk bed he's been talking about, that way I would have my own spot! Clever boy....

He obviously was feeling better because when I got downstairs he was already donned in an apron, chefs hat and oven mitts, and had numerous food items and bowls, plates, spoons, etc out on the table. He told me he was the chef this morning and was making breakfast. This is why he cannot be left alone for long - he had the blender out for smoothies, the toaster, things he could have gotten hurt on. Always love his effort and creativity, but MAN, the cleanup sucks!